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The Little Donkey's Story


I plod on and on, towards Bethlehem, under my master Joseph’s instruction. On my back, i carry the earthly mother of the son of God, my master’s wife Mary. As I walk through the dusty roads, towards Bethlehem, I reflect on the events of the past few months.
A few months ago, my master came home looking extremely upset. He had just learned that Mary, his fiancée, was pregnant. He was confused and angry. But, later that night his anger was appeased and his confusion solved. For that night, I saw an extraordinary sight. An angel of God, a beautiful angel bathed in white and radiating purity, appeared in front of my master. He said his name was Gabriel, and that he was sent by God himself to greet Joseph.
The angel told my master that Madam Mary was a Virgin who was carrying God’s own child. This child would save mankind. He told my master to trust in God and love this child, and bring him up as his own. My master was amazed and kneeled down to the angel and praised the Lord.
But before anybody has any time to get accustomed to their new circumstances, disaster struck. Caesar Augustus had ordered for a census to find out who was carrying the child of God. He viewed the child as a threat to his power and wanted it to be aborted.
My master, fearing for the child’s life, decided to flee Nazareth with Mary. The angel instructed my master to go to the town of David, Bethlehem. My master and my mistress are both descendents of David, the pious King.
Now we are almost near Bethlehem, the town of David.
My mistress sighs and lets out a deep breath. She’s as tires as I am. My master noticing her distress has decided to stop for the day. I watch as he goes into one inn after another. It’s a cold night and they are all booked and full. My master looks helpless. Finally, a kind inn keeper lets us stay in his barn. And so we go there.
As I lie down among the other animals and help myself to some hay, my mistress screams with pain! She grasps her stomach and screams again. My master moves about, worried about her health and looking to help her in any way he can.
I watch helplessly as my mistress suffers and then suddenly everything is silent! I can’t see much but I hear a beautiful sound. It’s not melodious, it’s not sweet. It’s beautiful, almost as if I can see the song! I listen intently to the sound that seems like an angel’s song. It’s then that I realise that the baby Jesus was crying. In a barn somewhere in Bethlehem the son of God was born to save mankind. And I was present!!
All I can say is, “Praise The Lord”.

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