I Need One

It is Christmas Eve. About 24 hours from now, the floor will be littered with wrapping paper and empty boxes. My three grandsons will be deep in a pile of Legos (getting help from Bindi—their 4-month old puppy), or trying to play a new game without reading the instructions (they are future men for sure). Later in the day will be the turkey and my wife’s world’s best dressing. Then it will a tryptophan-induced comma which will be “resting my eyes” when ridiculed by my daughters. Next year, we’ll do it all over again.

Among the carols, presents, starry night, manger scenes, and wise men, the words of the angel sometimes get lost:

Luke 2:8–11 (NIV84) — 8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.

Those words—“a Savior has been born”—are the most important words of the whole Christmas story. “A Savior”—and I need one—so do you. Jesus is mine. I hope he’s yours too.

Merry Christmas!