As a midwife, I regularly have the privilege of being involved with the birth of a baby. At the last such occasion, I watched through the dimly lit room as a newborn boy lay against his mother’s chest for the very first time. His parents pored over his every feature: the shape of his ears, were they the same as his Dad’s? Were his toes long like his mother’s? Did this also happen with Jesus?
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