Dear Friend,

This Christmas, something in me has shifted. At 82, the sparkle of toys and the excitement of gifts no longer pull at my heart. What matters now is the search for Jesus in Bethlehem.

The Babe in the manger is the one I want to find.

I’m not one of the shepherds, but I still feel the tug to leave what I’m doing and hurry toward the light. I’m not one of the sheep, cows, or goats, but I still sense the hush and holiness of that stable calling me in. I’m not one of the angels singing above, but I feel a quiet music rising inside me just the same. And I’m certainly not one of the Wise Men, but I’m on the same journey, walking slowly, trying to find my way to the Child who changes everything.

For most of my life, I’ve resembled the innkeeper — honest, tired, full of responsibilities, and saying, “No room here.” No room for Mary. No room for Joseph. No room for the Child.

But this year is different.

This year I’m the old man inching toward the manger, walker in front of me, cane at my side, realizing I don’t want to miss my moment.

I discover Joseph —  a man who stands guard over hope itself, reminding me that love requires protection. I discover Mary — a woman of deep courage, reminding me that God often works through quiet surrender. I discover Jesus —  a newborn so small, yet somehow carrying the weight of my whole heart in His tiny hands.

It has taken me 82 years, but I finally understand that Christmas is not about what I receive — it’s about who I am willing to welcome.

And this year, I’m opening the door.

Merry Christmas with my Blessings,

Fr. Med Laz

JESUS TOOK HIS PLACE IN A MANGER SO YOU MIGHT HAVE A PLACE IN HEAVEN!