My dad, a man of few words, told my brother and me, “Boys, Christmas is about Christ.” I thought about what he said. I began asking the Christmas questions; and, in one way or another, I’ve been asking them ever since. And I love the answers I have found.
Like this one: God knows what it is like to be a human. When I talk to him about deadlines or long lines or tough times, he understands. He’s been there. He’s been here. Because of Bethlehem, I have a friend in heaven.
And because of Bethlehem, I have a Savior in heaven. Christmas begins what Easter celebrates. The child in the cradle became the King on the cross. And because he did, there are no marks on my record. Just grace. His offer has no fine print. Christmas is about our precious Christ.