And she’s holding this baby. I can imagine seeing He’s wrapped in swaddling cloth, the King of Glory, wrapped in swaddling cloth. They tell me that’s what they take off the back of a yoke of an ox. When it’s—keep it from rubbing its shoulders, they take this cloth off. And there’s nothing to put on around the baby, so they just wrapped Him up in this cloth. And here she stands with two little turtledoves as an offering. The people stand back, keeping their space from her, like she was something that was going to bother them.

Expectancy, 1953-09-03, Chicago, IL, §21