Jesus was born in Saskatchewan, that is, in what is now known as Saskatchewan, about 60 km west of Wynyard near the ghost town of Amulet, which is on the traditional lands known as Treaty Four Territory, the original land of the Cree.
It’s a revelation not without controversy. But it’s supported by a growing list of prairie archaeologists, historians and anthropologists. There are many gaps but the research continues.
The only thing they are certain of at this point is that the stable was framed with poplar poles and covered with buffalo hides; and that it was spring and the gophers were beginning to pop their heads above their holes, and the ice was breaking up and you could hear the creek running over the beaver dam and the robins and ruddy ducks had returned and the bearded irises and crocuses were opening and the wild chives were poking through the melting snow and the first wave of geese was passing high overhead and you could smell the horses just beyond the camp and Jesus was a very happy baby that almost always slept through the incredibly silent (but for a nearby burrowing owl) nights.
Wishing you a wondrous Christmas, clamouring with life!
Simple truths…
Indeed. Thanks adela!
I actually believed that Jesus was born in a sheep barn in Aston Magna , deep in the Cotswold Hills,, anyway a very Merry Christmas to all ,, Phil
Yes Phil, there are some renegade reports but so far nothing as concrete. Have a lovely Christmas!
Looking forward to the freshness of continuing research about time, location, race, setting, and especially the purpose.
I’ll keep you posted Ray. Thanks!
What a beautiful last paragraph, so graphic that I can picture all who move and live there. What better place to be born? No wonder Jesus was such a happy, and cooperative, baby 🙂
Thank you Ann!
So there was this guy who had died and gone to heaven, and was getting the introductory tour. St. Peter pointed out to him the various wonderful amenities as well as the many different groups who had found a home there. Until they came to one group who were staked to the ground. The guy asked St. Peter, “Who are those?”
The reply, “Oh, they’re a bunch of Saskatchewan farmers. Every time we let them loose, they try to go back.”
I trust this story supports your findings.
Thanks Sam. 🙂
I’m a Johnny come lately to Facebook so I just came across this and thought it was worth a comment. Speaking as a person born in Saskatchewan raised on a farm and farmed here all my life I can say that I’ll probably be one of those guys that has to be tied down. I can’t think of anything that could have possibly made my life better. I’m so blest. I’m certainly not well traveled to say how life could have been somewhere else, but when you’re one of the privileged few to have spent his entire life in heaven why would you ever want to go anywhere else!
Thanks for chiming in Dave! And for helping Sam make his point so precisely. 🙂
Well now, Stephen. I’m glad that I found you again and discovered that you are still sharing your gift with the world. All is well here in the soggy, swampy lower part of the realm where we are under the impression that Jesus was born down here in a Louisiana bayou . Pushing the subscribe dohicky. Peace. David
Great to hear from you David! And thank you! Peace and Happy New Year.
Why were geese flying low and honking like the horns in a symphony orchestra, north from the Bow River in Calgary on New Year’s Day? North? What were they seeking?
But of course. It all makes sense now. Thank you Myrna, you make me smile.