Christmas has a way of bringing back memories. One that came to my mind as I was preparing this message was when my family would be driving home at night in the car and my father would lead us in singing a song. To all of us family members who remember those fun, cozy journeys toward home, there are many layers of meaning to the words. The song goes like this:

There's a long, long trail awinding,
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams.

There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true,
Till the day when I'll be goin' down
That long, long trail with you.

I've always found this song, which I understand comes from WWI days, to be a very emotional one for me. I think it's because it deals with the deepest yearnings in everyo…