Mike’s old team roping rope on the door with a big red bow.
Boots by the fire instead of stockings.
Barbed-wire stars and rusty lanterns.
Pine bough perfume …
and a stable for the babe.
That’s right - God’s boy was born in a barn! He slept in the hay, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of livestock.
No palace for this King. No mansion or rampart or tower, but a stable where even one as simple as I could enter.
Have you noticed? He left the door wide open.
How else would the rest of us find our way home?
“…I am the door …” - Jesus (John 10:9)
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