FatherSon Ventures

Building a Relationship through Adventure

Angel Breakfast

Written By: Scot Butwell - Dec• 09•12

Okay, so. L tells me I should write about being a Christian Dad, and not just me and D going on adventures, and she may have a good point, since I have not written about other topics.

D and I went to the Angel Breakfast at our church last weekend which traces Jesus’s journey to Bethlehem, and D loved seeing the historical Christmas story with Mary and Joseph, angels and shepherds, and baby Jesus.

He listened as Angel Gabriel introduced him to Joseph and Mary. He knocked on the door to the Bethlehem Inn, and a man popped his head out and said, “I’m sorry, there’s no room at the Inn.”

He sat in a circle as shepherds in striped bathrobes told him how angels appeared to them one night as they were watching their flock in the field, announcing the birth of Jesus.

He kneeled inside the manger where baby Jesus lay in a wooden trough wrapped in swaddling clothes, leaning in for an up close view. “No touching baby Jesus,” a lady told him.

This was no baby doll playing baby Jesus. It was a real one month old baby, and D wanted to get a closer look. So I moved closer too, knowing how he likes to touch everything.

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But he was calm and transfixed as he gazed at the baby Jesus, and I wondered what he was thinking—what transcendent thoughts might be circulating in or through his mind.

D kept his hands his side, and when it was time for his group to move on to the breakfast portion of the event, his eyes remained locked on the baby Jesus as his group stood and left.

He’s been watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman four or five times. Or more. He’s memorized entire songs and huge chunks of dialogue from the movie.

He can name every toy on the Island of Misfit toys—I can probably can too—and likes repeating the lines of these castoff toys with the same exact tone.

But here was baby Jesus in the flesh. You could see how badly he wanted to touch him. And to stay and linger to gaze longer at the baby Jesus.


I thought he can enjoy Rudolph, Frosty, Yukon Cornelius, Hermey, the Abominable Snow Monster, Santa Claus, Frosty the Snowman, Professor Hinkle and his rabbit Hokus Pokus.

He can sing about Rudolph and his saving of Christmas. And if he believes an old silk hat can make a snowman come to life, I don’t mind. He will grow out of believing these stories too soon.

But I’m glad he heard the real story of Christmas, a mother and her divine baby in a manger bringing God’s love closer to mankind while his earthly dad watched over mother and son.


And the angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy–the Son of God. Luke 1:35


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One Comment

  1. Christi says:

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    You’ll love his writing.