Ginger ran to her mother’s room as fast as her five-year-old legs would take her. “Come look; come quick,” she squealed. “What is it, honey?” her mother asked. “You have to come to see.” Ginger grabbed mother by the hand and led her to the living room. Stopping in front of the credenza, Ginger pointed her chubby little finger to the manger scene. When mother had arranged the figures the previous night, the display was properly balanced and evenly spaced. The larger figures were near the stable, and the smaller ones at the far edge of the walnut top so as to achieve proper perspective. Mother had been pleased with the visual picture. Now the figures were clustered under the stable roof. Each stood facing the manger, as close as possible to the baby Jesus. “Isn’t that better? Now they can all see,” Ginger proudly exclaimed. “See?” asked her puzzled mother. “Yes, see,” said Ginger. “When I got up, all the men were scattered around. Some of them were so far away that they couldn’t see Baby Jesus. I moved them closer, so they could see Him.”
Can you see Jesus, or do you need to move a little closer to the manger in order to see the Savior? Let us fix our eyes in Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning the shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2