Feet dangling in patent-leather, I sat on the polished pew while the Christmas pageant director assigned parts. I held my breath, waiting as she called names. I dreaded this moment, for I knew I’d be instructed to serve as a sheep or cow. Each year, she would assure us that those lowing, humble barn-dwellers were “important” pieces of the story.

I didn’t buy it. I wanted to be Mary.

Will you join me at TheHighCalling.org to read the rest of this Very Mary Christmas story? (Click here…)

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Have you come by to participate in this Wednesday’s God-Bumps & God-Incidences? Glad to have you here! 

To participate:

Write your story.

Add a button (found here) to your post.

And then come back to link up the direct URL from your post on this page (add it to the linky below.)

The “rules” for our community are pretty loose. You are invited to share any life moment — big or small — in which you sense God at work. Together, we are opening our soul-eyes to see the God-incidences unfolding, and the ”God-bumps” growing.

No story is too unimportant. It’s all good. Because it’s all God. 

Grace and peace to you, as you sense Jesus in your midst, my friend …