In the beginning, I herded goats on father's farm when Jehovah's messenger visited me. He claimed "Blessed art thou among women." Blessed? The speculation about my untimely pregnancy turned to shunning and isolation. Caesar's decree forced a grueling trip to Bethlehem during my final weeks of pregnancy. And then, under cover of darkness, I fled Herod's murderous wrath. Is it any wonder I questioned the angel's claim? Yahweh blessed me with a quiver...