Every Christmas when I was a kid, my little sister Debbie and I would sleep for the last few hours of our 400 mile trip to Grandma’s house. Then, with only a few miles to go, Dad would wake us up and we started scanning the horizon for the lights of Saint Jo, Texas. Because when we saw those lights, it meant Christmas morning was just around the corner. “Then Jesus spoke out again, ‘I am the light of the world. The one who follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’” (John 8:12) This year, may your Christmas sparkle with the true light of life in Jesus Christ.