I believe in Santa Claus.
Whoa, hear me out. No, I don’t believe a magical giant elf who has a stable full of supersonic reindeer and lives at the North Pole.
I believe in good people.
We all may know how the legend of Santa Claus got its start. It all started in A.D. 280 with a giving man. St. Nicholas was a monk who gave away his wealth and helped the poor and sick.
Legend says that he saved three young women from being sold into slavery by providing their dowries so they could get married.
The whole point of a St. Nicholas or a Santa is giving. We know that Scripture emphasizes giving to those who have needs. And it says that God loves a cheerful giver.
It also says that if you’ve given food to the hungry, visited the prisoner in his cell, clothed those without adequate clothing, or given a drink to someone thirsty, it’s as if you’ve given it to God.
And if you refrain from feeding the hungry, visiting the prisoner, offering a drink to the thirsty, or giving a coat to the shivering homeless, it’s as if you refrained from giving to God.
I know people who give. I know some who buy a Christmas meal and have it delivered to an apartment where a widower lives.
I know some who deliver presents to those who don’t have a penny to spare for Christmas.
No, this isn’t something I saw in a movie or on TV. This is real life.
Real people. Real circumstances. Genuine givers.
People who pour out the labor of love upon anyone needing a helping hand, with no thought of it being reciprocal.
I know they’re not rich. I know they struggle with self-doubt and wonder if they make any meaningful difference in the world.
Well, they do make a difference. They aren’t Samaritans Purse, The Salvation Army, March of Dimes, or the Red Cross. They are unpretentious people who care about their neighbors in the house next door or across town.
They are people who believe that even a tiny ripple reaches far beyond the point of impact.
Yeah, I believe in jolly ole Saint Nick.
I believe in you.
to the reader,
– Caleb
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