by: David Fry
He entered under the obscurity of darkness leaving the gates of splendor and entering the gate of a common stall. The King of kings received only the welcome of a few shepherds. As the village slept, the Creator became a creature among men, a baby surrounded by the most unwelcoming creatures, donkeys, sheep, and such like--not a peaceful start for the Prince of Peace. Now the mother of God wrapped a gift she could not give. Read More....
"Easter is not a time for groping through dusty, musty tomes or tombs to disprove spontaneous generation or even to prove life eternal. It is a day to fan the ashes of dead hope, a day to banish doubts and seek the slopes where the sun is rising, to revel in the faith which transports us out of ourselves and the dead past into the vast and inviting unknown."
~Author unknown, as quoted in the Lewiston Tribune
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