Little children become lookouts on Christmas Eve. Their ears strain for the slightest whisper of sleigh bells and they stand attentive at the window, watching and waiting for Santa Clause. They have written their letters and made their pleas for toys and dolls and bikes. Now they watch with confident hope and expectation that Santa will come. Sure they heard the big kids laughing and saying that there is no Santa, but for them, the magic is real and they still believe. But we are grown-ups and we know that Santa is just a myth. We know who actually bought the dolls and the Legos and who will have to put the bike together tonight.
We live in a world that tries to tell us that God is not real, that he is a myth, a fool’s wishful thinking, an imaginary friend. They have lost their ability to believe in the Almighty God who created the heavens and the earth and you and me. They tell us we are praying to the winds, there is no one there to hear us. But as for me . . . I will continue to believe. I will watch in hope for the Lord to fulfill His promises. I will wait for my Savior because I know with all my heart that He is coming again. And I will continue to bow my head in prayer because my God hears me.
Friend, won’t you come and stand watch with me at the window—I believe I hear the sounds of angels in the distance.