It happened a zillion years ago on a sunny day. Five friends and I took our umbrellas, opened them, and held them over our heads as we walked a busy street in Chicago. Like a troop of solemn soldiers, we marched straight ahead, single file. No talking. No laughing.
At every street corner we stopped, swung our umbrellas to the side, and as a group, stared upward. We bit our lips to stay sober as people passed by and stared. Someone smirked. Another person giggled. The dam burst and our laughter poured like a flood onto the street. We doubled over, held our stomachs, and gasped with our silly, ill-gotten mirth.
Perhaps we, like some of today’s youth—those with tattoos, purple and orange spiked hair, and numerous body piercings—were stating, “Hey, look at us. We’re special whether you know it or not.” The fun of the moment made our day. I blush to think how stupid we were.
Yes stupid because I’ve found another kind of happiness as I’ve grown older and wiser. It’s called Jesus Joy. These days I don’t have to act silly, color my hair in shocking colors, or wear a diamond in my tongue to attract attention. I already have Jesus’ full attention. He knows me and tells me I am special. He loves me and He loves you too. What better joy can we find?
God sent His Son to earth as a child . . a man. How could I not be joyful? Because of this sweet gift of love, I am blessed to be saved . . . to know the kind of happiness that lies ahead.
The “fun” we had as youths cannot compare to the full measure of the Christmas joy we receive when we take the presence of Jesus into our lives. I’m so glad I said, “Yes, Jesus. I believe you. I want to be part of your family. I want Jesus Joy in my life.”
Accept the Christmas gift sent from God. Enjoy the Jesus Joy.
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