galaxy, finally past Arcturus, where he plunged into a huddle of animals. Nothing could be lower. Luke finishes the picture in verse 7: “She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Mary counted his fingers, and the couple wiped him clean as best they could by firelight. Mary wrapped each of his little arms and legs with strips of cloth—mummy-like. No one helped her. She laid him in a feeding trough. No child born into the world that day seemed