“…and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.” (John 1:14)
Some two thousand years ago, heaven kissed earth and gave rise to the Prince of Truth. In that little town of Bethlehem, He whose power and creative hands brought into being planets and stars, on that fateful night, he lay beneath a blanket of the cosmos – helpless, dependent, trusting.
A few hundred years later, the place where the Son of God was born, touched the heart of St. Jerome in such a way that he left the ways of the world behind and made the caves of Bethlehem his home for the last 32 years of his life.
Jerome, the man responsible for translating the original sacred texts of the Holy Scriptures into “The Vulgate”, (the vernacular language of the day) toiled, prayed and eventually laid his eyes to rest upon the very soil that welcomed the Word in flesh.
“St. Jerome – Word Becomes Flesh”
“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.” (Micah 5:2)