Christmas for the Forgotten

“Show me Jesus,” a little voice requested, tugging on my shirt. It caught me off guard. As I turned towards the voice I saw a girl, about 6 years old, with her brand new Bible in hand. Messy hair, dirty clothes, runny nose; she looked very similar to so many others we had encountered that day. She wanted me to flip to the picture page in her Bible so she could see what He looks like.