Riding home tonight Max was looking at Christmas lights as usual. We saw a beautiful manger scene and then, . . .
as we drove on, I heard my baby boy say,
"Baby Jesus gone gone."
Tears sprung to my eyes as I heard myself saying the words that He is not gone.
How's your Christmas going? Has the Baby Jesus who became the man Jesus become your Savior Jesus?
And, if He has, is He gone gone from your Christmas?
Come back tomorrow - I have you a gift.
