Do you remember your first exposure to Jesus Christ?
For some of us, it was at Christmas time as we prepared for the season and our parents would tell us the Christmas story. Back in the day, we even heard the story in our public schools.
There would be Christmas plays at church and school. Of course we heard about Santa Claus also, but as we got a little older we tried to deny there was a Santa, though deep down within we hoped he would show up by Christmas morning.
I remember at one point we lived in a downtown apartment building in Springfield, Ohio. It was summer time, and as I was looking out the window I saw the Trailways bus pull in at the depot. As I watched the people get off the bus, I did a double take. There he was, Santa Claus, in a white shirt, red trousers, suspenders and carrying his red coat.
Well, I had to go see for myself what was going on. After all this is July not December. I made my way to the bus station and there he was, a jolly looking gentleman with a white beard and glasses. I sat down beside him and we spoke. I noticed there was a name tag on a suitcase he was carrying and it indicated he was from someplace in Indiana.
I didn’t spend too much time but, I did tell him I had no idea what I wanted for Christmas since it was a few months down the road. He smiled and said he would know before that time came.
Well, that’s an experience I have never forgotten, and it does give me a warm feeling even to this day. I met someone who looked like Santa, dressed like Santa and I believe spoke like Santa.