I never knew Jesus until I moved to San Antonio two years ago. Even so, it was a while before I heard about Jesus. I was working at a job outside of town and was only home on weekends, and it was Barbara Jean who first told me she had talked to Jesus and that he was a most remarkable person. At first I was a bit confused, because Barbara Jean had trouble with the name, but I finally realized it was Jesus she was talking about. What’s more, I was surprised and impressed to learn that Jesus lived just a block away from my new home. Who would have thought it? His house is a very nice house, one of the nicest in the neighborhood. Of course, it would be.
Anyhow, I finally met Jesus and got to know him, and I looked forward to taking walks with him. Of course he is older than I am, and he seems to be quite wise. He’s retired, which I had not known before, and he has a wife who is much younger than he is.
Then one day earlier this year I realized I had not seen Jesus in several weeks, and I wondered if he was on vacation or had moved. I made a habit of checking, when I walked past his house, whether any lights were on, but I could see no sign that Jesus was home. I discussed this with Barbara Jean.
Was it possible Jesus had moved? Maybe he had died. I did mention that he is older than I am. I was beginning to feel a bit gloomy, but I went on with my life.
Then, one day in the autumn, as I was taking my walk around the neighborhood, I saw Jesus and his wive. I stopped and spoke to him and asked if he had been on vacation. Jesus told me no, he had been here all along and was not going away.
I went home and told Barbara Jean, and she was happy, too. We both feel better now knowing that Jesus is back in our lives.
Merry Christmas to all, and keep reading.