Waiting for Christmas is the hardest thing when you’re a little kid. When I was little, we used to open gifts on Christmas Eve at my grandparents’ house across the road. Many times, my grandmother hadn’t finished her Christmas wrapping before we arrived. So, there we would sit, in our special places around the living room, waiting for the bedroom door to open and her to emerge, bringing packages galore. It seemed to take forever.
Guess that’s what the Jews thought in ancient times (and still think, for the most part). Waiting for the Messiah seemed like it would never end. And for those who don’t claim Christ as the Annointed One, the wait goes on. But, for those who believe, waiting for Christmas is over. He has come. And no gift has ever made such a difference. Joy to the World . . .let each of us receive Him.
