This time of year can be hectic and extract the Grinch to the surface in anyone. I try to avoid commercial Christmas as much as possible. Haven’t been to the mall once. I try so hard to see the baby in the manger and the promise of salvation he brings. With our busy lives this year we chose to scale down our activities to a barest minimum. I only spent two hours decorating for Christmas! I used to spend two days…at least. I ordered every gift online. And our children all agreed to one present. The only thing I never even consider reducing is our Christmas card. I love designing it, choosing the right photo, writing, and hand addressing every envelope. Each time I write an address I honestly say a fond prayer for the family. I send out so many and receive so few but I don’t care. It is a gift of myself I offer with each card. I’m still so old fashioned about opening the real live key locked mailbox for Christmas greetings. Every day in December we all hover over the stack of mail that comes in…especially now that the wretched catalogs have disappeared.
I’m not the only one who enjoys mail. The children in our home in Uganda love the event I hold when I pass them greetings from people who love them in America. Usually it is their sponsors, but there are others who pray for them and are interested in their lives and futures. They giggle over the silly cards, sometimes they get stickers, and photos. They don’t miss one word written to them. The smiles they express and way they hug their stack of letters is something I hardly experience on this side of the world. It moves my heart over to a hope renewed in the generosity of man.
This Christmas I am inviting anyone who loves our kids to send me a letter or card from you and I’ll hand deliver it myself just after the holidays. If you are interested in sending some mail to our kids please send me an email and I’ll give you a name and address! It could be the best gift you give this year! Maybe…pour a cup of hot chocolate, pull out a photo, dream about a child in Africa you don’t know, and tell them a simple story. Share a bit of your heart. Or…this is also perfectly acceptable…email a letter and photo to me, I’ll print it and stuff it in their sack. For them to know they are loved and not forgotten is exactly why God sent Jesus to earth at Christmas time.