Finding Jesus

"I can't find Jesus!" my young son said in a panic one Christmas season. "I've looked everywhere, and I can't find him!"

"What do you mean you can't find Jesus?" I asked.

"He's supposed to be right over there, but he's gone," my son said, pointing to the nativity set.

"Somebody must have been playing with him and lost him," I answered. "Just keep looking. You'll find him."

That babe in the manger was and is the hope of the world, the good news, the glad tidings.

If we just keep looking, we'll find him.