"When Christmas morn is dawning I wish that I could be; There by the manger cradle God's Son, newborn, to see" (Lutheran Book of Worship, 59). When this Christmas morn dawns, I wish that I could be in Denison, Iowa.
I need to see and touch the miracle of God becoming flesh again, lifting me above the gravity of grayness that weighs me with sadness and fatigue. I need the miracle. We all do.
In October, a worker opened the top of a rusty blue railcar in Denison, a western Iowa town of about 7,500. It was an enclosed hopper car, the kind that opens from the top so life-giving grain from verdant fields can be poured in.
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