Christmas doesn’t seem to get old does it? My favorite memory of Christmas is when I was six years old. My grandmother gave me a drum set, complete with a cymbal. I loved that drum set. It started me out on my path as a drummer that led me into being part of more than one worship group. Too bad that drum set disappeared a couple of weeks after Christmas.
What my grandmother had meant as an irritant to my parents, God used for His glory.
What is your favorite Christmas memory, and how did effect your passion for God? Share that with other people as part of the season this year, maybe add it to your testimony to someone who needs to know that Christmas is part of God’s never ending bag of gifts to us.