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At the end of WW2, a French soldier who was suffering
from amnesia was picked up at a railroad station. He
looked blankly at his questioners and could only ask, "Who am
I?" Because he had been disfigured by facial wounds,
there were three different families who claimed him as their
own. And so he was taken from one
village to another
where these families lived, and he was
allowed to walk and
wander by himself. Finally, as he entered a third
village, recognition flashed upon his face. He walked
purposefully down a side street, through a little gate, and up
the steps to his own home.
At Christmas time the old, old
story of Bethlehem is read again; and like amnesia victims in
a shocked and broken world, we who have forgotten who we
belong to, make our way down a familiar street to where a star
stands over a manger. Here we meet the Savior Jesus, who
has the power to restore us in mind and heart, and to give us
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