I ran across an old Christmas letter today and I remember the situation like it was yesterday. We are Christmas shopping and my son, Samuel is sitting in the buggy of the cart. I believe he is three years old. “Mommy, does Jesus come down off the cross to help us when we are hurt or scared?” Forget the gifts.  These are the moments parents live for. I’m thinking about how often I want comfort outside of Jesus’ work on the cross. How quick I am to seek a different Jesus --one … [Read more...]