{I post this every year,
and it seems a good way to end 2017, so I’m taking a Christmas break. See you
back here next year, “the Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.”}
As Christmas approached
when our granddaughter was four, she said to her mother, “You know, Santa and
Grandpa are a lot alike. Santa has a bald head, and Grandpa has a bald head.
Santa has a white beard, and Grandpa has a white beard. Santa brings toys, and
Grandpa brings toys. But Grandpa is better, because he stays and plays.”
That is the message of
Christmas, I think, that God is not just some Santa, making a fleeting stop on
the roof to throw a few goodies down the chimney. In Jesus, the Christ, God stays
and plays.
JRMcF
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