Then at the end of the day let us sit around the fire and let the song and stories flow, of the country to which we are headed and the loving Father who waits there. And to the curious pilgrim with whom we share a cup of coffee as the stars appear at night we will point out the strange and shabby figure that sits among us. He offered a hand when trouble we faced that long day, he whispered comfort in our ears when the hardships of the journey filled us with despair, and he now wraps his tattered cloak around one of our shivering fellows. And rumors will be whispered that the Son of the King travels among us, disguised in travel-worn garb, and mud-stained boots, to protect us in this hostile land, and see us safely to His Kingdom where He will be crowned with all glory!
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