
He
came—to the parents and grandparents of a tragically stillborn child, a family
that knew that because of Jesus, they had hope of one day holding their child
in heaven.
He
came—to a woman who wanted to go home, but knew that her circumstances were
taking her, instead, to a nursing home, a woman who, amid all the unwanted
changes in her life, clung to the truth that would not change, the Savior who
is forever faithful, the love from which nothing could ever separate her.
He
came—to a man who invited me to share the Christmas that his family had brought
to him at the hospital because he couldn’t go home, and we knew he never would.
It was a happy day; it was a good day because he knew that every day is a gift
from God, every day a gift to share with those you love.
He
came to my family as we faced our first Christmas without my father.
Who
would be born in places like that? The
one who was born in a stable. The Savior
of the world. The Son of God. Jesus.
He
will be born in you today, if you will only believe that He is born in stables,
in far less than perfect places, in sinful broken people like you and me.
Do
you believe that?
Then
ask Him, welcome Him, invite Him, and Jesus will be born in you, just as you
are.
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