Bottles of milk

The other day we were driving home from Patrick's work, and Sam asked "how many bottles of milk do you think it is between here and home?"

"Can you repeat that?" I asked, "it sounded to me like you wanted to know how many bottles of milk it is between here and home."

"I did," he said in all seriousness, "if we start at 99 will we be done before we get home?"

And then it dawned on me that he wanted to sing the song. (Turns out there are approximately 144 bottles of milk on the wall between home and work.)

Unlike Sam, I usually prefer to count distance by podcasts or coffee stops.

I noticed in the book of Matthew that the writer likes to count too: there are 42 generations from Abraham to Jesus.

42 generations of distance. 

And we can count from Jesus til now but I'd rather count from Jesus to me and it's less than a heartbeat. 

Because he came to be with us.

No waiting.

No silent years.

Just that silent night and God with us.

Zero bottles of milk on the wall between me and that long-awaited Jesus.

Merry Christmas. 

xo.