The little boy grasped his momma’s hand tightly as they made their way into the pew in front of me. “Will my friend be here today?” he asked. “He always sits in the same spot.”

He stood on the kneeler and strained to see if that spot was occupied. Another question that didn’t require an answer, “Why does he always sit in the same spot?”

Then he saw him. His friend had arrived.

The boy was literally jumping for joy while his mother attempted to hold him back. He beamed, showing off the cutest dimples. The wait was over. He was so drawn to his friend, he had to pull away and run to greet him.

“Can I go see him?”

With mom’s permission, he made a run for it, down the center aisle. Halfway to the front, he crouched down creeping just below the top of the pews. He wanted to surprise his friend. He did just that as he rounded the corner.

The elderly man walked slowly and hesitatingly, using a cane to steady himself as he headed for the “same spot” in the front row. He saw his four-year friend and couldn’t contain his joy.

There they were old and young friends; both smiling; both delighting in the presence of one another. They embraced, a few words were exchanged, then the little one bolted down the center aisle back to his momma.

It made me wonder. As Christmas approaches, do I have that sort of childlike hopeful expectation to see my friend Jesus? Am I drawn to him? Do I delight in his presence? Do I trust that he will delight in me?   Is my joy visible? Can I see him despite the distractions and busy-ness of Christmas preparations? Do I see my friend Jesus in the old and the young? Do I see him in the pew in front of me?

Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing:
O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Wishing you a joyful Christmas as we greet Him, Christ the Lord.