FROM THE DESK OF MAX LUCADO

Christmas celebrates a coming. An arrival. An advent. Christmas remembers God showing up. Not showing off with angel-driven chariots or Magic Kingdom fireworks. But showing up on a donkey, with a carpenter in the belly of a peasant girl. Christmas commemorates God’s most uncommon decision: to come commonly.

And Christmas wonders if he still does. If he shows up amidst the regular folk in the sleepy moments of life. This story, “The Christmas Candle,” welcomes such wonderings. If he came to Bethlehem, might he not come to Gladstone, England? And, if he touched the world of a carpenter, wouldn’t he touch the world of a candle maker? I think so.

Even more, he would touch our world too.