Good Friday. It’s good, really good. Really, really.

I don’t normally read a lot of biographies or autobiographies, but I recently finished two of the best memoirs I’ve ever read – Waiting for Snow in Havana and Learning to Die in Miami by Carlos Eire. Carlos Eire was one of 14,000 unaccompanied children airlifted out of Cuba in 1962 as part of Operation Pedro Pan.

The second book, despite the not-so-uplifting title, is an amazing story of not only death, but also of rebirth. For Eire, everything died – his childhood, his social status, his culture, his family unit.   Everything.  But this is his incredible account of being re-born, and it all ultimately centers around his journey of faith.

The Crucified Baby Jesus

In the spirit of Christmas, a thought recently struck me re: the birth of Jesus based on a link a friend sent me. Though we as Christians are often quick to communicate the true non-Santa meaning of the Dec 25th holiday, we often pose it as an event to commemorate the birth of Someone who was sent to die for us. While this is obviously not a bad thing to communicate, it led me to wonder – if Jesus had actually been crucified as a baby shortly after birth, would that impact our salvation in any way?