Titus 2: 11-14 (links validated 11/28/23)

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Phosy was a 5-year-old girl whose life was rather dreary. Oh, she had plenty of things—toys and clothes, a house to live in, plenty to eat. But her house was devoid of love. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and her father had never quite forgiven her. He had remarried a much younger woman, who wasn’t much interested in Phosy. And if the truth were told, Phosy’s father wasn’t much interested in his new wife. She had seemed attractive, but after their marriage he found her rather shallow, and so he spent most evenings alone in his den, smoking cigars and reading books. Phosy thus spent most of her time in the care of Alice, the maid. She went to church because her parents took her, thinking it was the proper thing to do. As Advent turned toward Christmas, she heard the story of the coming birth, and she looked forward to it with great excitement and imagination. When Jesus was born, she knew, it would be wonderful, and he would bring wondrous gifts. Another birth was anticipated, but Phosy had not been told. Her stepmother was becoming great with child. There was little excitement about this birth. The father was no more interested in this new baby than he was in his young wife or young Phosy. And so no one had told Phosy what was expected. As it happened, Phosy’s stepmother gave birth late on Christmas Eve, but the little boy she bore died at birth. Christmas Day dawned as a day of mourning in a house that was already much too cold...

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