It's that time of the year again, folks. The time for Christmas trees and turkeys. Santa's and wreaths. Snow and warm fires. Advent and witnessing to others. What?! Witnessing to others? That doesn't make sense. Actually, it does.Christians are supposed to witness to non-Christians every day of every year, but Christmas is a special time where people think about Jesus. This is one of the two times a year that lots of people that do not believe in Jesus, go to church.
Tonight, at my church's Bible Study, we are going to make up witnessing baskets. "What are 'witnessing baskets'?" you ask. Well, they are little bags with a Christmas invitation to my church's Christmas Eve service, a Christmas tract, and a candy cane. On Saturday, we will deliver them to the neighborhood around the church. We won't bang on their doors, screaming at them to repent and be saved. We'll simply hang them on the door handles and be on our way.
We want to show them that we care. We want them to come to our church. We would love to see their face in the sanctuary. We would nearly explode with joy to see them come to Christ.
Remember that guy, Max Lucado? The guy that wrote God Came Near? He wrote a Christmas tract entitled 'A Christmas Letter.' Here is a bit of it..
It's Christmas night.... The magical dust of Christmas glittered on the cheeks of humanity ever so briefly, reminding us of what is worth having and what we were intended to be. We forgot our compulsion with winning, wooing, and warring. We put away our ladders and ledgers, we hung up our stopwatches and weapons. We stepped off our racetracks and roller coasters and looked outward toward the star of Bethlehem. More than at any other time, we think of Him. More than in any other season, His name is on our lips. And the result? For a few precious hours our heavenly yearnings intermesh and we become a chorus. A ragtag chorus of longshoremen, Boston lawyers, illegal immigrants, housewives, and a thousand other peculiar persons who are banking that Bethlehem’s mystery is in reality, a reality. For a few precious hours, he is beheld. Christ the Lord. Those who pass the year without seeing him, suddenly see him. Emmanuel. God is with us: He came near. 
This season, I would like to encourage you to invite your friends, neighbors, family, and co-workers to your church's Christmas Eve service. If you don't have a church home, I would like to encourage you to spend an hour or two at a church near your house on Christmas Eve. If you live any where in Halifax, I would like to encourage you to check out our church's Christmas Eve service. Our doors are always open. (I heard the pastor's kind of scary, though....)