On Christmas morning we were able to go to the children’s home and spend time with the kids, watch their Christmas presentations and hand out gifts. I’m sure none of you are surprised to find out that I held a baby for a good part of the entire celebration. I’m beginning to think “Mama”, the 80 year old woman who runs the home is going to have to frisk me on my way out to make sure I’m not taking a baby with me.
The biggest blessing of Christmas was spending the afternoon eating lunch with
Jean Pierre and his dad Jean Pierre, Sr. I am almost certain that they are the poorest family in our old neighborhood. His dad is a mason, which means he is a day laborer and most likely only earns about a dollar a day. It was completely humbling to be invited to share a meal with a family who has so little. Their house is little more than a mud walled shack with almost no furniture except three chairs, a coffee table and a mattress on the floor. Yet in spite of all that, both Jean Pierre and his dad were the consummate hosts, m
aking sure that Becky and I felt welcomed and comfortable. To have this family generously share with us is humbling and a reminder of how freely I should be sharing and extending hospitality to those around me. I have never had such a special Christmas meal served in the sacrificial spirit of our Savior who sacrificed so much when he came to Earth as a tiny baby. This past Christmas, the holiday took on a new meaning for me that I won’t easily forget.
Jean Pierre and his dad Jean Pierre, Sr. I am almost certain that they are the poorest family in our old neighborhood. His dad is a mason, which means he is a day laborer and most likely only earns about a dollar a day. It was completely humbling to be invited to share a meal with a family who has so little. Their house is little more than a mud walled shack with almost no furniture except three chairs, a coffee table and a mattress on the floor. Yet in spite of all that, both Jean Pierre and his dad were the consummate hosts, m
aking sure that Becky and I felt welcomed and comfortable. To have this family generously share with us is humbling and a reminder of how freely I should be sharing and extending hospitality to those around me. I have never had such a special Christmas meal served in the sacrificial spirit of our Savior who sacrificed so much when he came to Earth as a tiny baby. This past Christmas, the holiday took on a new meaning for me that I won’t easily forget. 
