the real reason

Six years ago today my youngest brother Chris died in a ski accident.

I'm really feeling it this year, because I won't be going home for Christmas.

I miss him.  I miss my family.

This is a time when we get to reflect on great joy and promise.

I remember how hard it was to find the joy that year.

My belief and faith in the gospel of Jesus Christ made finding the joy a lot easier.

"And the angel said unto them, Fear not:

for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people" (Luke 2:10).

The good tidings of great joy are that a baby was born in Bethlehem,

who is our Savior.

Thanks to Him, the promise of life everlasting is true.

This is the real reason I love Christmas.

photo by me