This morning, all three kids were in the tub together. Sam was playing pretty vigorously and I warned him not to splash on Kachi's face.
"Or Jesus will cry?" he asked, "Little Jesus?"
"Jesus wants us to be kind to each other, yes - but He's not a baby anymore," I explained.
"Is He a big boy like me?" Sam asked.
"No, He grew all the way up," I answered, "but He was a boy like you. He was a baby, and a kid, and a grown-up."
"Like Baby Kachi? Like me and Vava? Like you and Papa?" Sam asked.
"Yes ... like all of us."
Like all of us. :) That's the reason for all the comfort and joy, for everyone telling you to be of good cheer, for the thrill of hope ... He became one of us. That first Christmas day dawned a day of grace, God with us, Jesus, Son of man!
Like you, friend :).