That was sarcasm there.
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In Barcelona there is the tradition of a red capped peasant squatting down and creating fertilizer in the manager too. Kind of a stark reminder of the world in which Jesus was born.
I remember seeing my teachers for the first time outside of school in “real” clothes and having to go to the bathroom. “They DO that?” I remember thinking. Well of course they did. And of course that is the world Jesus was born into. That too, did not stop for the birth of the Messiah.
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I remember how astonished I was to see my second grade teacher at the Acme. I thought that she just spent her whole life in the classroom.
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