I have read the Christmas story in Luke hundreds of times. Hundreds. And sometimes, if we let it, it can get a little ho-hum. Last week as I was reading it again to minister out of it, I got stuck, and wrecked (in a good way), by one verse. That’s when I wrote the blog post, Oh The Wonder, last week. In ...
She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them. (Luke 2:7) And there, in one verse, is the longing of millions of hearts who searched for Him for centuries. Who waited. Craving a Savior. In one verse, so unassuming, ...
