Proof The Bible Is True

“A child like faith, something we all can use more of.” Admin

 

I stood and buttoned my coat after the Sunday morning service, steeling myself to face the January chill, the dreariness of another long winter setting in.

 

David, my five-year-old, came running. He grabbed my arm, pulling me down the hall. “Mom, you’ve got to see this,” he said.

 

I hadn’t seen him this excited since, well, Christmas morning. But that seemed ages ago. I’d long since boxed up the Nativity, the ornaments and lights, and dragged the tree to the curb. All the work of the holiday with none of the wonder.

 

We got to his Sunday school classroom. He led me to the trash can. “Look,” he said. I peered in. At the bottom was a small potted Christmas tree, the one his class had decorated weeks ago.

 

I looked at David quizzically. “Can we take it home, Mom?” he asked.

 

“Well, I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. I reached into the trash can and carefully pulled out the tree by its spine. It was not much more than a foot tall. The few branches that weren’t brown looked like they were fading fast. Dead needles fell like snow.

 

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