A Birthday Worth Celebrating

"My Son's birthday is coming up.

Technically He's not my son, but I helped raise Him since the day He was born.
And boy oh boy, what a day that was. We weren't quite ready yet for Him to be here, but He was entering this world one way or another! And there were so many people there! They all wanted to be there to help us celebrate His arrival. Even His actual Father was there, so that was cool to have the whole family present.

Over the years my boy grew into a tremendous young man. Sure He never piled up the Little League trophies or got straight As, but He was a compassionate kid. Always striving to assist other people and in general be a good person. He was a fine handyman, too. That boy could woodowork with the best of 'em. I taught Him everything He knows, of course. 

I like to think that putting in that effort at the shop taught Him a lot about life. About refining the fine details and waiting for the final product. He was always able to step back and see the bigger picture.

And I think all that helped in the end. That wasn't fair how they decided that He should die.  I guess I've come to grips with everything all these years later, though. Even when you know the plan sometimes it's not easy to deal with the circumstances.

Most of the time you have to rely on someone who knows more than you do, whether you think it's a little or a lot more than you do, a valuable lesson I learned raising Jesus. His real dad helped me out quite a bit raising that boy.

I miss Him a good bit this time of year, more than I do the rest of the year. Everybody gets ready to celebrate the anniversary of His coming into the world and I appreciate that. Folks that usually don't get out to church roll in by the masses, pun not intended (My boy helped start churches, ya know). But sometimes they get confused and start prepping for that Santa guy more than they do my son. Santa brings presents. My son brought salvation. You choose which is more desirable.

So don't forget about Jesus. He was a good kid who grew into an even greater role model. I know He's mine. Happy Birthday, Son."