…You know you want to
Standing before the magnificent oak doors of our church, I can’t help but remember how the carvings on it had fascinated me as a child. The Virgin Mary with a halo around her head offered prayers to the Lord on one door as her son Jesus stood before ‘the twelve’ on the other door. Every Christmas, from the time I was four, mother had told me the story of the virgin birth and the great redemption it eventually brought to humanity. I always looked at ‘her’ with admiration as I entered the church every Sunday. God had found her worthy.
Even as a little child, I had been taught by mother and father to always seek God’s approval. One Sunday morning, as I skipped by the oak doors, I tugged on mother’s fingers and asked her “I’m a virgin too, right?” She looked down at me and smiled “Yes baby…
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