Christmas day is almost over.
The yearning for Christmas past is very real.
The morning you woke up and found that little sack (pillow case) at the foot of your bed. Father Christmas had been.
For some reason I recall this only once, finding a big children’s bible in it.
The stories from so long ago.
But they live on.
Isaiah and his prophesy still read out thousands of years later.
The coming of the messiah, one who saves.
Be open to the light of God, change, the annoyances of ageing and the friendship of your mates.
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