Last Saturday, we met with my extended family to celebrate Christmas.
My parents had four kids. All four of us married, and had among us 11 kids. All 11 have married, and had kids.
The current count is 54, with several couples still in the child-bearing years, so that number may go up.
Obviously, too big a crowd for anyone's house, so we met at the community center where my folks live.
For years, we all congregated at my mama's house on every occasion, and often just to visit. Her house was Family Central. But we finally had to concede there were just too many of us for her house. My folks now live in a one-bedroom apartment, and there are no large gatherings there, although we try to visit at least once a month.
With so many of us, even a whole day is never enough to visit with everyone as I would like to.
But with phone calls, e-mails, and facebook, we manage to stay in touch, to keep track of the important events in everyone's lives.
All of this to say, after all, Christmas started with one family. A man who took a wife who was already pregnant, and the Child who was born to them on that night so long ago.
That Child came to save us from our sins, and our Father God says we are adopted into His family, brothers and sisters to Christ, co-inheritors of the Kingdom.
So, brothers and sisters, a very merry Christmas to you all.