Let’s look along the line. But way down there I see a little girl standing, about eighteen, nineteen years old with a veil over her face, holding two turtledoves: a peasant’s offering, poor man. And she’s got a baby in her arm. And some of them says, “Say, that’s that Mary; that—that’s that illegitimate child there. See? She says…She’s not even married to that Joseph there and she’s got this baby before he was born. Don’t stand near her. Get in back.” Just reminds me of the chaste church, today. “Stand back, get away from them.” See? “Standing back, give them room.” But look in that mother’s arms. That Baby’s not wrapped in fine linen. The Baby’s wrapped in swaddling’s cloth. You know what swaddling’s cloth is? What they told me there was what the—a ox plows with, and the—the yoke rubs him on the neck. They just wrap that cloth around there; that’s called swaddling cloth. And in the manger, they didn’t have nothing to wrap the Baby in, so they just unwrapped this old swaddling’s cloth (It was hanging on a peg or something.) and wrapped the Child in it. Think of it: some of we people, the way we dress and act and carry on, and the very Saviour of Heaven with a rag wrapped around Him.

A Testimony, 1953-06-07, Connersville, IN, §13