 There was nothing special about him when you looked at him that told you he was the son of God. If you would have went to that manger right there, you would have saw a baby. That's what you would have saw. There was no halo over him like in the paintings. There wasn't. There wasn't a floating halo over his head. It wasn't there. It was a baby. If you would have passed by him when you were walking down the streets in Galilee, there was nothing about him that would have caused you to drop down knowing you just brushed shoulders with the creator. Nothing. Nothing.