MOORE — It was the first week in December and the members of the congregation gathered to decorate the church. Someone made a manger, filled it with hay and placed it in the center of the platform, along with two Christmas trees.
Fabulous wreaths were hung by a man using a lift truck, and Christmas banners boasted: Love, Joy, Peace and Hope.
When everything was finished, the workers placed Baby Jesus in the manger and they dimmed the lights. The room was filled with a golden glow as they sat on the front row admiring their handiwork.
Without saying a word, a 3-year-old girl walked up to the manger. She reached inside and carefully lifted Baby Jesus out and cradled Him in her arms.
Then she kissed His face, His little feet and hands. Without warning tears flowed down her cheeks.
Her mother walked up to the platform and sat down next to her.
“What’s wrong, Samantha, why are you crying?”
“Because I just kissed God. Our teacher said God came down as a baby at Christmas, and this is the closest I’ve ever been to Him so I wanted to hold Him, kiss Him and tell Him I love Him.”
With reverence, the mother touched the face of Baby Jesus, cradled her daughter and said, “Samantha, I think you just made God very, very happy. We’ve all been so busy decorating the church trying to make it pretty, but you are the only one who came to worship the Newborn King.”
“Isn’t that what the angels did?” the little girl asked.
“Yes, Samantha, the angels were the first to worship Baby Jesus.”
“Then I’m so glad I was the first one to worship our Baby Jesus here.”
They both looked around and found everyone who decorated the church had gathered around them to worship Baby Jesus, too.
Samantha gently placed Baby Jesus back into the manger and they softly sang, “O Come Let Us Adore, Him.”
“This is going to be the best Christmas ever,” Samantha declared.
The adults looked at each other and someone said, “I believe you are correct, young lady, and we just had the most perfect start to our Christmas season, thanks to you.”