Let’s look at some truths about Christ’s birth and how God rescued His Son.
Let’s look at some truths about Christ’s birth and how God rescued His Son.
Let’s look at some truths about Christ’s birth and how God rescued His Son.
Let’s look at 10 truths about Christ’s birth and the Magi, or Wise Men.
Let’s look at 10 truths about Christ’s birth and faithful believers who waited for his first coming. God worked in these humble and steadfast believers to confirm His Son’s birth.
Let’s look at 10 truths about Christ’s birth and the shepherds who came to see him in Bethlehem.
Let’s look at 10 truths about Christ’s birth in Bethlehem from the gospel of Luke:
One day over a year ago, I was sitting with our granddaughter and she began to sing a little tune: “Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow.” I’d never heard it before, so I looked it up online. I found it among a half-hour video with lots of fun songs. Eventually that song collection became one of our favorites, even playing it when driving to and from her home in our car [yes, we have our very own car seat just for that purpose].
That reminds me of finding joy in the Lord and singing in our hearts each day. Jesus was full of joy and wanted us to have that joy too.
The Devil likes to make up terms to push his ideas. “Gender dysphoria” is a made-up name for people who don’t believe they are what God made them to be. I’ve taught language for years, and “gender” used to be a term only used for classifying nouns, adjectives, and participles. It has nothing directly to do with sex. God made “men and women,” as Jesus said in Mark 10:6: “But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female.” People who deny God and his creation, deny their own bodies:
I cannot but in wonder stand
O what great love in garden spent,
The choice he made for me,
That I in freedom, heaven sent,
Might live eternally.
I cannot hope for earthly fame,
Nor wisdom, wealth, and power.
But I will humbly preach his name,
And praise God every hour.
O, the Love of ChristO, the love of Christ, so rare,
My Savior, Lord, and Keeper,
O, how rich his precious care,
Ever growing deeper.
Could I e’er pay back the cost
Of His life paid for me.
How my Shepherd saved the lost.
And truly set me free.
O, the love of Christ, so true,
The Living Word begotten.
Promise of the Father sent,
Now all my sins forgotten.
May I ever look to thee,
Dayspring of night’s sorrow.
Overcoming Satan’s snares,
Until that bright tomorrow.
O, the love of Christ, so kind,
All earthly knowledge passing.
Filled with all God’s fullness, by
His sacrifice still lasting.
What can separate this love?
Not persecution, famine.
He conquered all that we might live.
O countless grace examine!
O, the love of Christ, now raised
From death, constrains all nations.
He died for all; and now we live,
God’s reconciliation.
The Father’s righteousness in him,
The gift beyond all measure.
Stride forth, ambassadors to win,
To do the Lord’s great pleasure.
Jesus is the rock, the solid stone on which we stand.
I love the old hymn:
On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
Christ is the rock.