Jesus Christ was our first love. We were true believers then, not proud, but filled with joy and excitement of who the Lord Jesus was and the mystery of his words.

In the days of our childhood, we loved Jesus, though the excitement of Santa Claus played the center part of that mystery. Jesus was distant and beautiful like the stars. He was a baby and we knew little of him. Even so, we knew there was something precious in the swaddling clothes.

Why do mysteries die out when youths notice one another? Outward things take place of the inward. Santa Claus failed us, so we decided everything would fail us. We stopped believing in truth and the life of Jesus. Yet, that mystery didn’t die.