I lied to my mom in 1976. It was a few weeks before Christmas at Fort Bragg, N.C. and I was not yet a Christian. My friends partied. I partied. So I called my mom and told her we were on "alert." I told her I could not come home for Christmas. That year I could not imagine being around my family. My lifestyle did not match the wonderful family who awaited me back home. At that time of my life I was more connected to my party buddies.
This Christmas Eve will be the 56th celebration with my family. The one I missed is a reminder that sin leads us to lies. Lies lead to separation. Sin, lies, and separation lead to losses that we can never get back. No matter how many awesome Christmases I get before I die, one will always be missing!
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