Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village. He worked in a carpenter shop, and was an itinerant preacher. He never owned a home or wrote a book. He never had a family, went to college, or put his foot inside a big city. He never traveled far from the place he was born or did anything that usually accompanies greatness. He had no credentials but Himself …
While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him. His friends ran away, denied him, and turned him over to his enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial and was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, his executioners gambled for the only piece of property he had on earth - His coat. When he was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Twenty long centuries have come and gone. This eve, we will celebrate his birth, his leadership, his courage, and his teachings. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that were ever built, all the parliaments that ever sat, and the kings that ever reigned all put together have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as that one solitary life.
Jesus is the reason for this season. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas Debbie and God bless you! 🎄🙏