The tinsel and lights are appearing on lawns and in windows in my dark world. Trees are tied hostage on car rooftops, soon to be released in some hopeful home. Songs of good cheer sprinkle the airwaves. Wasn’t it March just last week? Is it December already? In this season of fear and separation will we celebrate the birth of a God-Man some of us call the Christ, the Messiah? Will we really think of the time God came to town as Immanuel, ‘God with Us’?
Come with me for just a moment to the words of a man named John. He wrote the story of a man named Jesus, but he didn't start with a star-filled night or a young girl birthing her son under the open skies of Bethlehem. Instead, he mimicked the words of Genesis; "In the beginning…" and spoke his name as something as holy as God's own Word with a capital W. His words bounce with joy from life to light filling darkness…
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