I remember the first moment I laid eyes on my daughters, how small, how helpless, how fragile they felt in my hands. The responsibility I felt to protect and nurture these tiny humans was overwhelming. We all enter this world with a blazing fragility, totally dependent on those in whose care we are placed. Why, then, would salvation begin with the baby in the manger? Why not begin with the Son of God descending from heaven onto the earth, adult and mature,