When I was a boy on our dairy farm, I felt the Christ touching my thought in a very clear way. My dad would send me out to the pasture to gather the cows for the evening milking, and I recall that in winter, especially on Christmas Eve, I would stop and listen to the cows patiently chomping mouthfuls of hay.
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