Do We Lose Jesus?

The thought hit me of how God uses all of us in His way with the birth of Jesus. Are you one of the guys with the cool clothes with the high IQ who studied at an Ivy League School? Or are you a talker; you just want to tell everybody the news. Maybe you are just a good-ol-boy who likes the outdoors. Basically these are three categories of people: scholars, talkers, “Duck Dynasty” types. God uses all types to share the announcement. Here is a point to ponder; do we lose Jesus?The thought hit me of how God uses all of us in His way with the birth of Jesus. Are you one of the guys with the cool clothes with the high IQ who studied at an Ivy League School? Or are you a talker; you just want to tell everybody the news. Maybe you are just a good-ol-boy who likes the outdoors. Basically these are three categories of people: scholars, talkers, “Duck Dynasty” types. God uses all types to share the announcement. Here is a point to ponder; do we lose Jesus?
There is was; the box I was looking for.  Neatly packaged was my new Nativity Scene that I bought at a consignment shop. The only flaw was the leg of one of the lambs was broken. It kinda worked since one of the shepherds was carrying the lame animal. I placed all the figures around the “stable.” The Wisemen looked so stately and intelligent. The Angel was lovely with her gradient face and eyes wide with excitement to proclaim the good news. The shepherds were dress in camo-ish clothes and had rags on their heads plus long beards. They were just themselves. It really was exciting putting the pieces together since the colors matched my new paint in the hallway.
The only problem was that Baby Jesus was missing. I looked and looked but no Baby Jesus. The manger was empty; it just looked strange. I went to the post office and our postmaster and I chatted. “Are you decorated?” he asked. “Yes, but I am missing Baby Jesus. I look in other boxes and just cannot find Him.” I replied. “Well,” he answered, “I hope you find Jesus.”
Several days later I looked just one more time since that empty manager was not a good started for celebrating Christmas. On closer examination, I saw a lump in the bottom of the box. Yes, it was Baby Jesus. His foot had some tape on it and just enough sticky to keep the figurine stuck to the flap on of the box.
I returned to the PO and our postmaster remembering my situation asked, “Well, I have to ask. Did you find Him?” “Yes!” I replied. “Baby Jesus was stuck to the bottom of the box.” The postmaster looked at me and said something will never forget, “I am glad you found  Baby Jesus but isn’t it wonderful to know that Jesus never stops looking for us.”
Enjoy, “Do You Hear What I Hear?’ from my Christmas CD “The Spirit of Christmas.” 

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