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At Christmastime we celebrate the incarnation, when God became human in the person of Jesus. I cannot think of the incarnation without remembering the day I met Jesus.

My freshman year at CWU, I became troubled by questions: “Why do I exist?” “What is real?” One night, I stayed up philosophizing with a friend. My distress was reaching critical mass. I spent that night and the next day awake, wrestling with my lack of answers. I didn’t eat. Around dinnertime, I decided to eat, though I wasn’t hungry. About half way to the dining hall I sat down on the steps of a small amphitheater and started to cry.

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