Proof The Bible Is True

Reverent. That was the best word to describe the house when I got up before dawn. Downstairs the tree was decorated, the manger arranged underneath it. Christmas was on the horizon. It would be hours before anyone else was awake. I sat with a cup of coffee in the kitchen, just me and my thoughts about my father. He taught me what Christmas was all about.

Dad shook me gently. “Time to go!”

I rolled over on my pillow and squinted at the clock on the dresser: 2:00 A.M. Middle of the night for most people. For a milkman like Dad, it was the start of the workday.

When we kids had a day off from school, we had the chance to go with him. The oldest, I never passed up the opportunity. Especially at Christmas.

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