I鈥檓 sitting at my computer, searching my mind and heart for a topic for this pre-Christmas article. The usual things that I鈥檝e written about are in my files since my first article was published in Saskatchewan newspapers nearly 28 years ago; but as always, I long to write something fresh and meaningful each week.
Ah, here it is: lately ladies from our church meet on Wednesday evenings via Zoom and this week our topic of discussion centered on the best Christmas you can ever remember. For me the answer came quickly; it was December 1992. We lived in Stoughton and just a couple of weeks earlier I鈥檇 had major cancer surgery. Prior to that invasion into my body, I鈥檇 been warned that the results may or may not be positive.
Thank God, they were positive and I鈥檓 still here to prove it but even that was overshadowed by an event that took place on Dec. 5. I was sitting in our son and his wife鈥檚 living room and she gently laid their firstborn child/my firstborn grandchild in my arms. I still haven鈥檛 forgotten the joy of that moment. It still moves me to tears.
Another thing I recall about that event was good news. I wasn鈥檛 allowed to change diapers in case I got infection. That wasn鈥檛 bad at all.
There鈥檝e been few things as wonderful to me than the birth and growth of our sons and their children. Thinking on that brings me full circle to Christmas because that鈥檚 what the season is really about 鈥� God sending His son in order to facilitate the reunion between us, the embattled children of earth, and the heavenly Father who loves us supremely. No wonder it鈥檚 called a season of joy.
鈥淔or God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son鈥︹��
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