Over Christmas, I heard a phrase that spoke of Jesus being born into the world, fully God and fully man. For weeks, I’ve been savoring that phrase like a blind taste-tester consuming a sweet, rich, luscious dessert. I knew I liked the taste of it, but I couldn’t identify the substance. Fully God. Fully man. It meant moreContinue reading “Fully God and Fully Man”
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