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Have you seen the word “believe” on many Christmas do-dads the last few years?
I just saw a Santa with the word “believe” written across his big belly. What is meant, of course, is believe in Santa Claus, a jolly old man who brings toys to all the girls and boys throughout the world on Christmas Eve.
I certainly believed in Santa when I was a young child. In fact, one Christmas morning, my sister and I awoke to see a thank-you note for the milk and cookies written to us by the bearded man himself. Boy, were we excited! Come to think of it, wouldn’t it have been nice for us to have written a thank-you note to Santa in appreciation for all the toys he gave us?
I still believe in the idea of Santa Claus, coming from a fellow named Kris Kringle. Giving presents and remembering other people are actions that give me lots of pleasure. This year, as in other recent years past, husband John and I selected two names from the Salvation Army tree, and two young guys will be receiving basketballs, coats and other items on their “wish lists” on Christmas morning.
It sure doesn’t take Grandma being run over by a reindeer to make me believe. But what I believe now is what we Christians celebrate on the day of Christmas, a word, by the way, that comes from “Christ mass.”
I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, born in a manger in Bethlehem, worshiped by shepherds and then by wise men from the East. I believe at the age of 33, He started his ministry, letting people know that He indeed was God in the flesh. And many people then believed in Him. I believe that Christ was crucified, buried and rose from the dead three days later. I believe His followers accepted salvation and spread the good news throughout many parts of the world.
“Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved.” — Acts 16:31.
“Believe” —what a powerful word!
Donna Crowe is a minister’s wife.