I don’t know where you are right now, or at what time you are reading this, but thank you. The fact that you simply stopped by is a blessing.
At this moment my wife and oldest daughter is making breakfast right beside me (the computer is in the kitchen). They are making a traditional Baker-family Christmas breakfast – breakfast pizza. The rest of the family is still in bed; it was a long night.
For the first time in years the whole family is here in our home and waking up together. Well, when I say “whole family” I mean all of our girls: Alicia, Katie, Haley, and my wife and me. Josh, our son-in-law, is here too (along with their dogs: Henry and Lily).
Anyway, for those who might be reading this – and I don’t expect many this day – Merry Christmas!
You may be one of those who ask, “But what about all the trouble in the world?” I understand, believe me; there is a lot of pain and suffering, more than enough of deprivation to go around. But Christmas isn’t about the Western idea of gift-giving indulgences; it’s about God’s gift to fallen man.
Yes, I know Jesus probably wasn’t born on December 25.
Yes, I know we Americans over do it much of the time with the gift giving and stuff.
Yes, I know that many in the world live in poverty, never able to give gifts much more valuable than a slice of bread or piece of fruit.
Yes, I know that many even question the existence of God or the historical Jesus.
Yes, I know that Santa Clause is not omnipresent.
Yes, I know that someone will probably give us fruitcake that someone gave them last Christmas…which was given as a gift by someone else the year before.
Yes, I know it’s possible you are not a believer, but…
Merry Christmas, nevertheless.