On Christmas Eve, Johnny found the latest edition of the Montgomery Ward catalog, which was thick and heavy enough to use as a door stop. He passed the black-and-white newsprint pages and found the glossy color pictures of toys that he knew were too expensive. But he could still dream.
He dreaded going back to school after the holidays. His friends would talk about all the neat stuff they got. What would Johnny say? “I got a red tractor with a front-end loader to build roads in my sandbox.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, was it? He did have the picture, right there in the catalog.
Early the next morning, he poured the goodies from his homemade stocking into a shoe box. He ignored the apple, banana, and orange and searched through the hard candies, which he only got for Christmas. Mother said candy was bad for his teeth, but he knew the real reason. Candy was too expensive for any other occasion.
He rummaged through the shoe box, looking for a small toy, a puzzle, or a simple game. He found the ball and jacks and stuffed them into his pocket. The sack of marbles was more than he had hoped for. When he opened the wrapped presents, he knew to say thank you for new socks, underwear, and plaid shirt. The pair of hand-me-down jeans meant he wouldn’t have to wear the ones with knee patches to school.
The last gift even had a ribbon and bow. Last Christmas, he got a King James Bible with his name stamped in gold. He had proudly carried it to church, but he never read the words. Would this be another Bible that he wouldn’t read?
As he tore away the wrapping, he found a thick comic book with all the Bible stories. He read it so much that he wore the cover off. That was his greatest Christmas treasure—to know Jesus, who came to Earth, died for his sins, and gave him life.
Wherever your treasure is, there your heart will be also. — Matthew 6:21