We Believe

Every year before Christmas, we go visit an Old Town Bethlehem, where members of a church congregation dress up and create a live experience of what it might have been like, in Bethlehem, the night Jesus was born.

I was getting the kids bundled up to go, and I want to hold on to this conversation forever:

Allyson: We’ve got to hurry!  We’re going to go see Jesus!

Monroe:  He doesn’t live HERE!  He lives up in the sky.  He’s not here mom (looks around, stands there for a few minutes), and then says: “I miss him”.

Allyson:  Do you remember Him?  

Monroe: Yes.

Allyson: What do you remember about Jesus?

Monroe:  I played with Him.

We believe.