THE CHRIST CHILD
Every day, I pray to be converted
from a vehicle that runs on Will Power to that far preferable fuel: His Highest
Power. And what a difference that New Fuel has made!
I am human. I had been given the blessing of freedom to choose, the flip side of which was a curse. Thanks to God, however, I became able to see something else in me as well. I call it the Christ Child. In my mind, it’s about the size of communion wafer -- what my friend, Nan, might describe as “little bitty.” Every time I choose my Higher Power’s will over my own, that little bit of God-ness grows. It’s as if the Christ Child is not born just on Christmas Day, not just in the manger, but born in me, one day at a time.