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High on the cliffs of Moab, a pagan seer named Balaam was hired to curse the people of Israel. Every time he opened his mouth, only blessing came out. 'I see him, but not now,' he said. 'A Star shall come out of Jacob, a Sceptre out of Israel.' Balaam didn't believe — but the letters sang the Saviour's name through his stubborn tongue.
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Fourteen hundred years later, wise men from the east followed the same star. It led them across deserts to a little house in Bethlehem, and there they laid their gold and frankincense and myrrh before a baby. Balaam's prophecy had come to life. The letters had known his name the whole time.
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