🌟 A Walk With Him at Christmas The Greatest Gift That Was Ever Given
🌟 A Walk With Him at Christmas
The Greatest Gift That Was Ever Given
There’s something about Christmas that slows a man down.
The lights are softer.
The nights are quieter.
And if you listen closely—
really closely—
you can almost hear Him walking again.
Not in a cathedral.
Not in a crowd.
But down a dusty road…
right beside you.
That’s who Jesus is.
Not distant.
Not untouchable.
Not hiding behind ceremony or titles.
He is near.
The angel didn’t say, “Unto you is born a system.”
He didn’t say, “Unto you is born an institution.”
He said:
“Unto you is born this day… a Savior.”
A Savior doesn’t wait on a throne.
A Savior comes where you are.
🎁 The Greatest Gift That Was Ever Given
Every Christmas morning looks the same at first.
Kids up before the sun.
Feet hitting the floor.
Wrapping paper flying everywhere.
I’ve got thirty-eight grandchildren, and I’ve watched this scene play out more times than I can count.
They don’t ease into Christmas.
They explode into it.
And I love that.
But years ago—when the Lord had my heart softened—I realized something that has never left me.
All those gifts…
all that excitement…
None of them were the gift.
Not the bikes.
Not the toys.
Not even the things they’d been begging for all year.
The greatest gift that was ever given wasn’t wrapped.
It wasn’t earned.
It wasn’t deserved.
It was given freely.
God didn’t send a package.
He sent His Son.
And He didn’t give Him to the righteous, the polished, or the prepared.
He gave Him to children.
To shepherds.
To weary souls.
To people who didn’t yet understand what they were being given.
That’s still how Jesus comes.
🌿 The Kind of King Who Walks
Isaiah saw Him long before the manger.
“He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground.”
Not a cedar.
Not a palace tree.
A tender plant.
That tells you something about the Lord.
He doesn’t force Himself into your life.
He grows… quietly… if the soil is willing.
The Book of Mormon shows us the same Christ.
When He finally appears to the people, He doesn’t thunder first.
He weeps.
Then He invites them—one by one—to come feel His wounds.
Not to prove who He is…
but to show them how much He loves them.
That’s the Savior.
🕊️ The Christ Who Comes Close
The Nemenhah Records speak often of the Peacemaker—
the One who walks among the people,
who teaches without spectacle,
who heals without demanding attention,
who calls hearts—not crowds.
He is described as One who walks the path with us.
That phrase matters.
Jesus doesn’t stand at the end of the road yelling instructions.
He walks beside you through the dust, the confusion, the questions, and the weariness.
Christmas isn’t about Him being born far away.
It’s about God choosing to be near.
🔥 A Personal Savior
One of the greatest lies we ever swallowed was this:
“Jesus is real… but distant.”
Nothing could be further from the truth.
The Savior speaks in whispers.
He answers questions you didn’t know how to ask.
He teaches you while you’re washing dishes.
He comforts you when no one else knows you’re hurting.
He doesn’t rush.
He doesn’t pressure.
He doesn’t demand performance.
He simply says:
“Come unto me.”
Not “figure it out.”
Not “get worthy enough.”
Just—come.
🌾 A Gift That Keeps Giving
What makes Jesus the greatest gift isn’t just that He was born.
It’s that He keeps giving.
He gives peace when life falls apart.
He gives direction when the road disappears.
He gives rest when the weight gets heavy.
He gives companionship when the world grows lonely.
You don’t open this gift once.
You walk with it…
for the rest of your life.
That’s why Christmas still matters to an old man watching grandkids tear through wrapping paper.
Because one day—quietly, gently—
they’ll discover the gift behind all the gifts.
And when they do…
They’ll understand why heaven chose a manger.
✨ A Christmas Blessing
If you’re tired this Christmas—He sees you.
If you’re confused—He walks beside you.
If you feel small—He chose a manger for a reason.
May you feel Him near.
May you hear Him speak your name.
May you remember that the greatest gift was never wrapped.
It was given.
And He’s still walking.
Right beside you.
“And lo, I am with you always.”
That wasn’t poetry.
That was a promise.
🎄
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