"In December 1976, my father suffered a major heart attack
that he would not recover from. I spent several nights in the hospital with
him. You’ll forgive me if I admit somewhere in the early hours of Christmas
morning, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. Of all the times to lose your
dad, did it have to be the time when dads are the greatest guys in the world?
Then and there, Heaven sent me a small, personal pre-packaged revelation – a tiny
Christmas declaration as powerful as any I have ever received. In the midst of mumbling,
I heard the clear, unbroken cry of a baby. It truly startled me. Only then did
I realize I had wandered near the maternity ward. 'Jeff, my boy,' my Heavenly
Father seemed to say, 'I expected a little more from you. Christmas is joyful
not because it is without pain or privation, but precisely because life does
hold those moments for us.'” – Jeffrey R. Holland
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