He was a baby just like any other. Born with pain. Born with blood. Born naked and new to the world. Ten fingers. Ten Toes. Two feet. Two hands. Two eyes. Feet that would walk mile after mile to teach his fathers love. Feet that would one day hold up the sin of world as he lifted himself up on the cross. Hands that would heal. Hands that would calm a storm. Hands that would raise others from the dead. Eyes that see love when others saw hate. He looked ordinary to the people but to those that believed he looked of heaven. He cried liked any baby does but to those that believe it was the sound of freedom. Two thousand and fifty one years ago today our savior came. As an ordinary baby dressed in earthly skin but with a heavenly purpose. To teach… To save… To sacrifice for you… For me… Happy Birthday Jesus!!