WHEN he lay on the cold earth, his Sacred Infancy encompassed all things. He knew all misery and joy. He was infinite power. He was frailty and weakness. His invisible graces, they say, instantly poured forth and fell upon forgotten places. The mystery of pain and the beauty of the stars were clarified. Nothing would ever be the same.

Rejoice. You are close to the true events of that wondrous day.

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