He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. The hands that first held him were un-manicured, calloused, and dirty.
No silk. No ivory. No hype. No party.
Were it not for the shepherds, there would have been no reception. And were it not for a group of stargazers, there would have been no gifts.
- Max Lucado
I am humbled by the simplicity of how He came.
I am thankful to celebrate who He was, and is today.
And am honored to reflect and rejoice in why He came.
May Christmas be close to your hearts as we celebrate the most wonderful gift ever given to man.
Merry Christmas to my family and friends.
(In celebration, enjoy my daughter playing, “Mary Did You Know,” which is one of my favorite Christmas songs.)