Two days before Christmas I found myself walking around a packed superstore. Last-minute shopping. I was grumbling, muttering, and fussing over being in this mass of people, in Walmart of all places, a day before Christmas Eve. It suddenly dawned on me, how Christ often uses dawns, that 60% of the earth’s population, if finding themselves in a Walmart, would walk around in an ecstasy of unbelief, a dream of unfathomable abundance of wealth. I apologized to Him who always welcomes that with a kind, “you’re forgiven!” and began to quietly pray for all those who would never have a Walmart in their lives. Our wealth is beyond belief. Merry Cristes Maesse.
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