Christmas Night Meditation Lord, tonight I sit at the foot of the feedbox Mary laid you in, having no other bed for you, her precious son, treasure beyond compare, a loving God's gift to a coldhearted, often indifferent and aching world, the most precious thing ever gifted, and even in your coming, mostly ignored. O Lord, how small you are as your mother picks you up with all the love a mother can offer, you, master and king, creator of all that was created, held in the loving hands of part of your creation. Unbound by space and time and...