As I dropped off Olivia at school one day last week, she was excitedly talking about her Christmas party that she was having that day. “You know whose birthday it is on Christmas?” she asked.
“Whose?” I replied.
“It’s Jesus’ birthday!” she said.
“That’s right,” I responded.
After a few seconds of silence, she hit me with one of those six-year old theological questions, “When is the devil’s birthday?”
I was stumped for a second but then told her that since there was no incarnation of the devil, he doesn’t have a birthday. You know this technique, use big words that will end the line of questioning.
“What’s a car-mation?” She is very persistent. “Is that like a car that you ride in?”
“Looks like we’re here! Have a good day, Olivia.” That was a total cop-out.
Regardless of your beliefs, I hope you take some time this Sunday to reflect on the real meaning of Christmas. Even if you don’t believe all of it, let your mind wonder for a bit. If you do believe, remember what that baby did.
