You are entering into the Church of the Nativity, the birthplace of Jesus – picture taken at night. I can imagine the shepherds guarding the door, “Shhhhh. the baby is sleeping.” In the arms of his mother, Jesus slept like he could sleep nowhere else. Every baby is lulled into calm by the arms and bosom and voice and heartbeat of its mother. Blessed are you, if you still have your mother to hold you. Blessed are all of us who can place ourselves into the arms of Mother Mary. By the way, I am sleeping like a baby in Bethlehem every night, in heavenly peace.
With Open Doors 
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