Streets dusted with powdered sugar snow – empty now after the hustle and bustle within this tiny town. Everyone now fills the church at the end of the block. Lights and music pour from every window. A homeless man huddles in the darkness. Dare he enter the sanctuary? He isn’t dressed in the festive clothes of those inside. His body stinks – hair uncombed – fragrance of cheap wine still on his lips. There’s no place for someone like this on Christmas Eve – especially the church. Of course there are many inside that more than only reserve their church going to special nights like this. Still the tiny child laying in a manger calls to each and every one – inside and out – to come to Him. Jesus, Christ was born for all. He died for all. He remains with us always. He wants us to come to His house and worship Him. Not just today, but throughout the year. What a privilege. Come, let us worship the King. Let us kneel down to the Lord of our salvation.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY BLOGGING FRIENDS FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER