I just can't get enough. I am 
		  an affirmed 100% CHRISTMAS-HOLIC.  I make no apologies or excuses for 
		  this...I, in fact, pride myself on it.  I practice Christmas 12 times 
		  a year every 25th of every month.
		    
		  So I absolutely loved the 
		  feel-good story out of New York City that went viral across Facebook 
		  last Christmas. It was about the friendly policeman and the freezing 
		  homeless man. And it had "Christmas Story" written all over it.
		  In case you missed it, a young 
		  police officer, on patrol in Times Square, came upon a homeless man, 
		  sitting barefoot on the sidewalk. It was a "two pair of socks" night 
		  for the officer and even then his feet were freezing. He couldn't 
		  imagine a man sitting there barefoot all night. So the man in blue 
		  went inside a nearby store and bought the homeless man a $100 pair of 
		  boots with his own money. When he gave those boots to that barefoot 
		  man, well, you can imagine the joy.
		  
		  
		  It would have been one of 
		  life's invisible acts of kindness except for a tourist with a cell 
		  phone camera. She was so moved with what she was watching; she snapped 
		  a picture, which has now been seen by millions of people. Maybe 
		  because it was the Christmas season, that poignant scene triggered a 
		  flashback to something my personal Hero did over and over again. It's 
		  one of the many things that make me love Him. That would be Jesus.
		  
		  
		  The incident I remember took 
		  place when Jesus was entering a town, surrounded by crowds anxious to 
		  see Him. The Bible says there was a blind beggar who had heard that 
		  "Jesus of Nazareth is passing by." Much to the aggravation of the 
		  people around Jesus, he started shouting loudly, "Jesus, have mercy on 
		  me!"
		  
		  
		  A lot of annoyed people there 
		  told him in no uncertain terms to shut up. Or "shutteth up" (sounds 
		  more Biblical). So he just shouted louder. The blind man was a 
		  nuisance. He was an embarrassment; they had a "celebrity" in town. 
		  Then two little words that tell me so much about Jesus, and they're 
		  our word for today from the Word of God. Two words: Luke 18:40; "Jesus 
		  stopped". Nobody else stopped, but Jesus did. Not for the mayor. Not 
		  for the millionaires. Not for the ministers, but for the miserable. 
		  The guy everyone else walked by or walked over. That's who Jesus stops 
		  everything for. And the first thing that blind man ever saw was the 
		  face of Jesus. Because Jesus did what only He could do; He gave that 
		  man his sight.
		  
		  
		  The Bible's filled with 
		  stories of people nobody would stop for except Jesus. Marginalized 
		  people like blind Bartimaeus. Obnoxious people like Zacchaeus. 
		  Condemned people like the woman caught in the very act of adultery. 
		  Even the hardened criminal on the cross next to His, in His agony 
		  Jesus answered the thief's cry for mercy and guaranteed him heaven.
		  
		  
		  For 2,000 years, Jesus has 
		  been stopping for the lonely, the losers, and the lost. And letting 
		  them know that someone knows their name. Someone hears their cry. 
		  Someone really loves them. And it's God's one and only Son. He sees 
		  me; He sees a world lost in sin, away from God, headed for an awful 
		  eternity. And He does what no one else could do. What no religion 
		  could ever do. He pays for my sins with His blood. In the words of the 
		  Bible, "He was wounded and bruised for our sins. He was beaten so that 
		  we might have peace; He was lashed and we were healed!" (Isaiah 53:5).
		  
		  
		  You know, Jesus stopped for me 
		  when my soul was destitute, when my soul was doomed. Like the hymn 
		  says, "Once I was lost, but now I am found. I was blind, but now I 
		  see." Look, He might be passing your way today. He knows your name. He 
		  knows your scars. He knows your sin, and He died for it. He's reaching 
		  your direction.  It's why he came into the world some 2000 years ago 
		  and it's exactly why we continue to celebrate him some 2000 years 
		  later.  May this be the Christmas season you can't begin to imagine so 
		  that you may be that very season for another who can't begin to 
		  envision the Jesus allowed born in them with your kindness.
		  
		  
		  See you in Church, 
		  
		  Rev. Chuck