I often dream; I seldom remember the dream.

Usually I remember bits and pieces… a snatch of a dream here, a peek there.

But recently, it was different. I woke up and remembered the dream — all of it. It was strange because I dreamed about my Dad. However, when I woke, I wasn’t sad. I felt warm, accepted, and loved.

As I thought about it, I realized that my dream was really a remembrance of an event. It was a dream, but I was remembering a specific event from my college days.

I graduated from high school when I was 17. I went to college in a far away place the next fall. I was young, but considered pretty mature for my age I guess. Even so, I really struggled with being so far away from home. Even more so, I struggled with the fact that I lived in Idaho and NEVER saw the sun. This Colorado/New Mexico girl was used to seeing the sun pretty much every day and to not see it for weeks, made me nuts.

At one point, my Dad and second mom were heading to the Northwest to see my Aunt and Uncle. On their way, they stopped and took me to breakfast. My dream was that event. It was Daddy talking to me and telling me that they would take me to breakfast the next morning. The dream continued to them stopping to pick me up on campus, taking me to the restaurant, the three of us eating, laughing, and talking together, taking me back to campus and giving me hugs good-bye. It is a precious memory and it was an amazing dream.

Somewhere in that story is a spiritual lesson.

Jesus came to a world that was hurting and lost — it was a world that was missing the Son. Jesus came to rescue those who had no options without His intervention. He came to be our Savior. His coming changed everything. Jesus came to us and met us where we are.

Jesus came to give us a meal, love us up, brush us off, and send us on our way to do the will of our Father.

Kind of like my Dad did when he stopped on campus and took me to breakfast. My Daddy came to me. He didn’t tell me come to him to get nourishment and encouragement and love. No, he came to me.

Jesus calls us to Himself and what we discover is that when we take one step toward Him, we find that He’s already closed the gap between us and He’s come to us. You see, that’s what Christmas is all about. It’s Jesus coming to us.

That makes all the difference.

He comes to us.