December 2012

There they are: my two granddaughters, Luella and Martha. It was their first time to visit Santa at the local shopping centre. They were quite excited. But when the time came to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him just what they wanted for Christmas, they changed their minds. They were emphatic that they did not want to sit on his lap or tell him anything about their desires and wishes for Christmas morning.

But my prayer for both of them has nothing to do with Father Christmas. What’s my prayer? That they would run to be with the Christ-child; that they would even more emphatically embrace Him; that they would thrill to tell Him all about their wishes and desires.

Christ is the only reason for the season.