The crib is installed. People from the ends of the earth are coming to Bethlehem. To worship the King born in a stable. I wonder if the herds ever forgot that glorious night. Or if their wives believed them when they came home. Faith is believing what cannot be seen. "I just have a small faith, but it's my faith," a man said in a TV interview some years ago. Guess I'm about there now.
Mitt hjerte alltid vanker My heart will always wanderin the birthroom of Jesus", this hymn says.