Can’t you give me something for Christmas? No, I have nothing to say particular, but no, again, I can tell you of two demi-sisters that love one another — the one old and rich, the other old and poor — but the one that is poor is quite sure the Lord will provide, and is always “shouting for joy” because her Lord never fails His word. What He has promised He will fulfill. The rich one is unhappy and miserable, always worrying and doubting if things will continue as they are, and never content with the beautiful home she has. Her Christmas has no joy for her, because she forgets or omits to joy in her Lord, who became a Babe on earth that He might grow up and live for her and die for her. Oh, what Christmas joy might be hers! —and the poor sister shouts for joy because she can realize the wondrous truth that her loving Lord Jesus actually allowed Himself to be a Babe in swaddling clothes and in His mother’s arms at what we now call Christmas. Rejoice, therefore, rejoice evermore, in this wondrous truth which He still realizes in the heavenly glory.
Emily P. Leakey.