“I reckon
this letter is for you Barabas.” said Uncle Floyd just as
supper was finished. Barabas looked at the envelope and
knew, even before he saw the handwriting that it was from
his father. This is only the second letter since he moved
to CA.
Did you
know that Barabas’s father got out of jail last spring?
Frank Heffelfinger, that is Barabas’s father, moved to CA to
live with his cousin in Los Angeles. CA is about 2500 miles
west of here. See Frank on the window sill way over there.
Even
though he can read, Barabas asked Uncle Floyd to read the
letter to him. Here is the letter.
Dear
Son,
Hello from CA. It is warm and sunny out here. I like
my job at Walt Disney. I am a janitor in the Disney
office on Lankershim Blvd in North Hollywood. Some day
I will be more than a janitor.
I
hope you like the sleeping bag I gave to you last
Easter. Uncle Floyd wrote that you had some great
camping trips last summer.
I
am planning a trip to visit you at Christmas. It will
just be for a few days. I look forward to seeing you.
With all my heart I look forward to seeing you. Do well
in school.
Love,
Frank
Heffelfinger
(Father)
Barabas took
the letter from Uncle Floyd. He will put it in his dresser
drawer where he has other letters from . . . . . . ‘Frank’. He
will mark his calendar and count the days, not only until
Christmas, but until the day his father comes to visit. Barabas
can not remember being with his father. It seems like he has
always lived with Uncle Floyd.
Barabas is
waiting and hoping. “I wonder what it will be like at Christmas
this year. I hope I really will see my father.” he thought to
himself. Waiting for Christmas. It is not Christmas yet. It
is Advent, the season when we wait and hope.
The church
waits and hopes during Advent. We hope we really will see Jesus
Christ, our savior, at Christmas!
THE END
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