Paul mentioned a few days ago how Christmas has a different feel to it. I have pondered over that comment for the last few days. I never asked him to clarify, but wondered if he was disappointed that it was different, or was it just an observation?
Tonight I asked him about it. I guess we came to the same conclusion.
I guess the feeling is a little different now that we are older. But I think that is OK.
And I love telling them how the story doesn't just stop there. There is so much more of the story to tell, as you well know.
Why do brussel sprouts get such a bad rap? These were delicious! Maybe it had to do with the bacon...
It was fun to share this tradition with the residents and tell them what each little things stood for and how different parts of the meal pointed to Jesus.
My hope is that as we all pass through this Christmas season and into the new year, we continue this feeling of expectation. Because just as we waited for Christmas to come, we still wait for Christ to come. We expect Him to come.