A Wish Never Made
White Christmas. Berlin wrote it. Crosby sang it. And for the most part, since we lived on a ranch in south Texas, I dreamed it. I wished for it. When it finally did snow that one Christmas Eve, it was even better than I had dreamed. “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became an adult, I set aside childish ways. For now we see in a mirror indirectly, but then we will see face to face.” (1Cor. 13:11, 12) Jesus is the Christmas wish you never made, but always wanted. May your wish come true tonight. Merry Christmas.