It’s almost here, Christmas. The annual event that takes forever to get here as children, but returns in frighteningly shorter intervals the older we get. I spent one December night with eager children at our Christmas worship service. Elizabeth sang. I told stories with the kids. They laughed. We got a little loud. All of these things are routine for us at Christmas.
Whether it takes forever, or is here before we know it, next Christmas could be excitingly different for us. We could share the glory of Christmas with new children—children that return with us after our Christmas worship services, to their home, our home.
That will be a glory.
Merry Christmas.