My children get it — sometimes better than I get it. Christmas, they know, starts in that dirty, smelly stable but doesn’t end there. The manger would mean little without the stench and grime of the cross.
They know, too, that the gift that cost Jesus everything is free for us.
We. Pay. Nothing.
That’s the message Lydia, 8, wanted to share with this poem she wrote and placed under our Christmas tree. She has given me permission to share it with you today. It’s got a little bit of Santa mixed in with her second-grade theology, but I don’t mind. She sees the big picture; she knows the Giver of all Good Gifts.
by Lydia Lee
Is it true? Is Christmas day for you?
My Lord. How may I afford?
It’s free? (: He he!
Look! Look a thing, Is it for me?
I think, It’s called a present. From Santa who sent it.
From thee to me.
Anna, our 5-year-old, has taught us a few things about Jesus as well. Today, I share a life lesson from Anna over at Connecting to Impact, where I’m guest-blogging for my friend, Jason Stasyszen.
Jason is the pastor of Breakthrough Church in Juneau, Alaska. He is a terrific writer, a songwriter, a blogger, and enjoys “engaging in great community no matter what form it takes.” He has a passion for worship, the Church, and seeing technology used effectively for Kingdom purposes.
To read more about what Anna taught me — and to meet Jason — would you join us there today?
PHOTO: Cross plate and Banquet photo from my parents’ home.