This Christmas season it’s worth remembering that over 2000 years ago the world was suffering in silence with no word from above. There was a promise of a Messiah. A prophesy, yet to be fulfilled, said the God of Abraham would come to redeem his people.

Fresh out of my belly he was fussing and crying like every healthy baby should. I was holding him for the very first time drenched in all the weary, awestruck emotions of new birth. His face was so round. Carey, in his earliest attempt at indoctrination, was wearing a Cubs jersey and a Cubs hat in hopes it would be the first thing his firstborn would see.

No one has experienced pain quite like Jesus. The very people he came to save rejected him.  Some of his closest friends betrayed and denied him. Yet still, he willingly chose to bear the eternal weight of sin on the cross – walking in obedience to His Father.  

The events of the past week or so have taken me back to when our family was met with an unexpected crisis. We all respond differently in times like this. There’s no right or wrong, but man, we are all so different.