Her tiny fingers pointed toward the mantle.
Ba-bal.
What? I asked, lifting her closer to the nativity scene she was pointing to. It is still lingering a few weeks after Christmas has passed.
Ba-bal, she said again, reaching toward the manger.
My lips were eager to share an early gospel with her, opening to tell her about the baby Jesus. And then the truth caught my breath.
Yes, baby girl, you are right. You are so right. He is the Bible.
