Simu and Kere spent the night in tears. Come the dawn, their two-year-old boy, Dexjo, would no longer be theirs. He had been chosen to become the Peace Child. While everyone else rejoiced that the Mauri tribe had accepted the agreement, Simu and Kere just could not get into the spirit of the celebration. How…
It isn’t every day when one of heaven’s warriors shows up on the scene and says he has an announcement just for us. Maybe the kings and the rabbis get treatment like that, (OK probably not this king) but who are we to get such a visit.
The thing that I really love about this truth when it comes to Christmas is that there are some very unique smells I associate with the holiday season.
The stars seem especially bright tonight. These stars here in Bethlehem are the same stars I have seen a thousand times in my home of Nazareth. Mostly. Except for that one big bright one directly overhead. Where did that star come from? Will I ever get back to Nazareth? Doesn’t scripture say that this is where my boy is to be? Well, tomorrow He can be the Messiah. Tonight, he is just my precious baby.
God had taken a bad and broken day and turned it into a thing of beauty. That is what Christmas is all about.
For the past couple songs, we have talked about gifts. We talked about the gifts we do and should give. We talked about the gifts we desire. Well, it wouldn’t be Christmas without talking about the greatest gift of all. Like I said at the end of yesterday, that gift came wrapped in swaddling cloth…
I have a dragon in my garage. No really, I do… really… I’m not lying.