A Letter from Jesus

A letter from Jesus

As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated.

During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.

It is really very nice to know that, at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them; but these days, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration.

Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I remember last year, there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts.

But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation.

The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my
face... when all the while I wanted to be with them and share their table.

In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years everyone closed their doors to me. Since I
wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner.
They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything.

They were having a grand time.

To top it all off, this big fat man, all dressed in red and wearing a long white beard, entered the room
yelling Ho‐Ho‐Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa
Claus, Santa Claus" as if the party were in his honor!

At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me
and what do you know, no one hugged me.

Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me, but there was none. How would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one?

I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left.

Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, to eat and drink, and nobody
remembers me.

All I want this Christmas is for you to allow me into your life.

I would like you to recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came into this world to give
my life for you; I died on the cross, to save you.

Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart.

I want to share something with you. Because most people neglected to invite me to their party, I will
have my own celebration‐‐a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still
making the final arrangements.

Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to
attend; I will make a reservation for you and write your name in golden letters in my great guest book.
Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party.

Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.

See you soon. I Love you!

Jesus