My mom picked me up at work and we did some grocery shopping.
As we were walking to the car, a lady who was parked beside us was having a rough time trying to lift a huge box by herself.
My mom, without hesitation, ran over to help.
She didn't do it because I was watching.
She didn't do it to get a thank you.
She didn't talk about it when we got into the car.
She just did it to help.
That is true service.
That is the Christmas spirit.
And that is exactly what my faith is all about.