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“Mama! Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home for Christmas!”
The door opened again, and this time it was thrown open. A woman dressed in a bathrobe and house slippers came running down the steps, her hair flying in the wind, oblivious to the snow and the cold.
“Oh, Carl, you’re home! The kids and I have been praying every day that somehow God would send you home.”
They kissed and hugged and laughed and cried, and they danced in the cold and the snow until the soldier finally disentangled himself long enough to introduce me.
“This is John,” he said. “He’s a Christian, and if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here.”
Jesus comes to us in many ways. He came to me in the form of a freezing soldier trying to get home for Christmas. He will come to you this Christmas, too, and His coming will be in an unexpected way—don’t miss Him.
—Excerpt from Hugs for the Holidays