Other in the dairy aisle at the store.
She seemed stressed.
"Do you need a hug?" I asked her.
I stepped around our carts and
Embraced her.
She was healing from surgery on
Her knee cap, and I recounted my
Escapade of my broken femur.
"I'll pray for you," I said.
"I pray to St. Paul," the lady
Responded. "God's too high
For me."
"That's why Jesus came," I told her.
"He stooped to our level.
He died for us.
And now we can pray directly to
Our Father through Jesus."
Was she convinced?
I don't know.
But I am.
It's the amazing message of
Christmas.
We couldn't reach God, so
He reached down to us.
What good news on this
Christmas Day!
And every day here after.
Immanuel!
God with us.
Christmas joy to you all!