G.K.
Chesterton was a prolific Catholic author of the early 20th Century,
known for his incisive wit and profound theological insights. He was
also known as a curmudgeon, and the older he got the more absent-minded
he became as well. One day he was out
strolling in London when he became quite lost. He stopped at a nearby
telegraph office and sent a telegram for urgent delivery to his wife.
In it he wrote, "Dear, I find myself quite lost. Am at Harborough
Square. Where should I be?" He waited for more than a few minutes
while the telegram was delivered and he got a response. Finally the
click of the telegraph key indicated his wife's reply. As only a wife
could say, she responded, "You should be home." Chesterton sent another
telegram and asked, "But how do I get there?" He waited at the
telegraph office for the reply. It said, "Am sending a boy. Follow him
home."
Is that not the truest meaning of Christmas: God's simple message, "Am sending a boy. Follow him home."
Merry Christmas.
Is that not the truest meaning of Christmas: God's simple message, "Am sending a boy. Follow him home."
Merry Christmas.
Msgr. William J. King
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