|Christmas Comes But Once a Year by Charles Greene (Wikimedia Commons).|
We all know Christmas is about an innocent baby born in a manger. But for me, what embodies the spirit of the season this year has to do with a 49-year-old man who will be getting out of prison this week.
I know that doesn’t make you all warm and fuzzy the way your footed pajamas and hot cocoa by the fire does.
I get that.
The birth of our Savior is the greatest story ever told, not to mention it has baby lambs in it too. There’s no way I can compete with that.
Certainly, the man in prison is no Christ-child.
He is an addict.
He is an ordinary Joe. Well, kind of anyway.
What I mean by ordinary is he made a mistake, and how much more ordinary can you get than making mistakes – it seems to be at the essence of our humanity.
I guess what is unique about his mistake, unlike so many of mine, is it landed him in prison.
Thirteen years ago Joe was arrested for buying cocaine for personal use, and was charged and sentenced as a trafficker. His punishment was 20 years with no chance of parole.
Kind of harsh.
The world is full of addicts though. It seems everyone’s addicted to something — drugs, fame, possessions, power and oh, how I could go on. So, Joe is kind of ordinary that way.
Joe is one of six boys whose family grew up next door to a dear friend of mine. Their moms were best friends for 40 years. Even the way my friend described her childhood, that Joe was so much a part of, was kind of ordinary. They carpooled together, teased each other, and played with all the other kids until way past dark.
Read the rest at Lara' blog Mercy Me! I've got work to do.