A Baby for Christmas

A Baby for Christmas

December 22, in a hospital room in Jackson, Debbie and I held our newborn grandchild, McKinnley. Debbie even had the privilege of being with Sheria and participating in McKinnley's birth. With this birth fresh on my mind, I would like to share some brief Christmas Eve thoughts with you.

I think of Mary, and especially of Joseph, holding the newborn boy. (I feel sorry for the grandparents who weren't there.) The creator of the universe depended upon this young, poor couple for everything. Our omnipotent God couldn't even hold up his own head.

As I hold the baby and talk to her mom and listen to Debbie describe the birth, I can't understand how some people can believe in accidental evolution instead of a wise creator. The process of pregnancy and birth, with everything happening at just the right time, and the intricacy of this precious child scream out for a creator. Something as amazing and complicated as this isn't just be random chance.

How twisted are the minds of parents who neglect, abuse, or abandon a child. How infuriatingly selfish can a guy be to abandon the mother of his child to raise the baby alone. How disgustingly self-centered is a mom who acts like her kids are just someone else to manipulate to meet her own needs. How unnatural it is to kill your unborn baby because it will be inconvenient to your selfish lifestyle or agenda. Yet in our work with kids we see this kind of revolting attitude too often. I thank God for being so loving and unselfish that He gave himself to us. This is why I celebrate Christmas!