Without my asking a single question, the woman before me began sharing parts of her life. At first it seemed like shallow conversation, but as she continued, I realized I was getting a personal glimpse at something deep in her heart. She wanted her daughter to have a belief in something that mattered. She was bothered that at age 29 her daughter had greed, and still thought of Santa as a truth.
I shared with her about the birth of a King and how the Magi came to honor this child with three gifts. Gold, frankincense and myrrh. I recognized a look of incomprehension on the woman’s face. It was easy to see that she took in the fact only three gifts were offered but the significance of their importance was lost on her. Even the name Jesus didn’t register as anything she could be excited about.
Leaving her, I put my hand upon her shoulder to speak a blessing. I wondered like I often do if I’d see her again in eternity.