A Christmas Moment

My heart swelled as my daughter and I listened to the unparalleled Boston Pops Holiday Concert. Songs that rekindle the sweetness of childhood. I tear up every time. Earlier last week, I basked in the warmth of Christmas dinner with our Hope House family. I realized that every one of them is an answer to a prayer we have prayed. I felt humbled at the Lord’s beautiful provision. The beauty of Christmas, the meaning of Christmas touches our hearts in a variety of very special moments—moments, like the Pops concert and the HHD dinner, that are rare and rich. Premier among such moments for me this year was the Living Nativity that our Hope House kids put on. Watching our kids publicly put on an outdoor production, knowing each one and their personal challenges, seeing and participating in those moments of growth and identity, those sweet moments rank among the best for me. For example, one of our 18-year-old young men arrived just before the show started saying he needed to get in costume because he’s “always” a Wise Man. The Wise Men were already cast and costumed. So he put on an angel robe and sang with the female angel choir all three times through the show. A snapshot of a vulnerable guy who feels a sense of belonging and ownership.  He wore his halo home. I was blessed as the little shepherds kept time to the music with their shepherd crooks.  As the elementary-aged Wise Men strode with purpose and determination, their robes and head-pieces flowing in their wake, I considered for the first time what that...