My favorite Holiday. Hope, not like we know it. We only get a tiny taste a few times in our lives. The first cry of the newborn, the first warm sunny day after a few months of 60 below zero, that new car we always dreamed about, a wedding.
No, this is hope eternal, to know heaven is real, to stand before Jesus who suffered beyond our imagination as He welcomes us home, wipes away our tears, sorrows and restores us to perfection through His mercy. When hope is changed from an ideal to reality.
Actually...we wouldn’t be celebrating Christmas if it wasnt for the resurrection of the Christ.
Yes, indeed. Maranatha!