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written by: Rebecca Stone
I know I participated in Christmas plays every year of my childhood. But, for some reason, I can only remember two in particular. One was during kindergarten. We all wore hideous red bow ties. (Yes, I have pictures. No, I won’t share them.) The other was fifth grade.
That year, the director gave the girls in my grade one line: Luke 2:19. Easy enough, right?
For some reason, on the night of the performance, no one spoke when our turn came. Instead, we caused a giant, pregnant pause in the Christmas play. Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes, the director said the first couple of words to get us started.
Ever since that day, I’ve pondered that verse myself
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