This past Sunday, the children performed the Christmas story. As they laid the baby in the manger, I was struck by the realization that the manger probably stunk. Joseph didn't have time to clean it out. The animals had been eating out of it, slobbering, and spitting in it. I doubt that it smelled great.
Our savior started out in something that smelled like animals. Then grew up to serve unclean people. Then died to save unworthy people. Maybe we should think about that the next time we come across a person who is down on their luck.