On my birthday not long ago, my wife and I went for an afternoon drive, something we rarely have time to do, and came across a Catholic prayer mountain. We decided to go in an walk around. We were the only people there because, as we found out, this location is always open but only crowded during important holidays and other events. As we walked up and down the mountain, loosely following the stations of the cross, we came across and unexpected sighting of Jesus. Seeing Jesus wasn’t unexpected–we were in a mountainside Catholic garden, after all–but seeing him like this actually startled me for a moment. I’ve never seen Jesus like this in all my years in this predominately non-Christian nation.
And one thing is for sure; when Jesus spoke to his eleven disciples there was not a single ordained pastor, Sunday-school teacher, song leader, church board member, televangelist, Christian aid worker, Christian musician, Christian author, or any other sort of "high-profile" Christian worker among them. They were just ordinary guys like you and me. Ordinary, except for the fact that they had learned to walk with Jesus.
… and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty founder was a child himself.