My Christmas Cactus has faithfully bloomed at Christmas for the past seven years. I don’t do anything special to insure that it blooms. It stays in the same spot in front of a window that brings in morning sunlight. It is in a clay pot that sits on a drain saucer filled with stones. I water it about twice a week.
Each year when the pink flowers burst out of their buds, I think about the family that gave me the Christmas Cactus. When I worked in an outpatient center at a Children’s Hospital, I helped a young boy with Spina Bifida. He could not walk and he had a severe pressure sore on his back. This boy had the brightest smile and cheerful attitude. He and his parents spoke only a few words of English. They came to the United States as refugees. Grateful for the care that their son received at the hospital, the parents gave some of the staff a small Christmas Cactus. My cactus has more than tripled in size. I wonder how the little boy has grown. Every year my cactus reminds me of that boy and how the greatest gifts have humble beginnings. Then I think about another humble beginning…. God’s greatest gift to mankind began in a baby. Merry Christmas!