He who knows only his own side of the case, knows little of that. His reasons may be good, and no one may have been able to refute them. But if he is equally unable to refute the reasons on the opposite side; if he does not so much as know what they are, he has no ground for preferring either opinion.

— John Stuart Mill

Christmas Carols in Prose #5: Once in Royal David’s City

Nativity by Sandro Botticelli
Nativity by Sandro Botticelli

In the royal city of David there once stood a lowly cattle shed. There a mother laid her baby down using a manger as his bed. Mary was that mild mother. Jesus Christ was her little child.

He who’s God and Lord of all came from heaven down to earth. His shelter was a stable. His cradle was a stall. Our holy Savior lived on earth with the poor, the mean, and the lowly.

Through his own redeeming love our eyes will see him at last, because that child so dear and gentle is our Lord in heaven above. He leads his children on to the place where he went.

[Original Text: Cecil Frances Alexander]







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