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Bigger Jesus

He had a thought.

Which was when my son abandoned the half pound of pennies he’d collected in his sock and appeared in the kitchen like an overnight weed.

“I bet ,” he began. “I bet Baby Jesus is a little boy by now.”

He looked from my face to his sister’s.  Hoping.


My daughter lifted her eyes like a teacher might from her desk and generously affirmed what her brother had figured–Baby Jesus had grown.  A lot.

It was simple.

And profound.


One Response to “Bigger Jesus”

  1. The Man says:

    I SO love your writing babe.

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