December 28, 2003
As a Christian, I am supposed to be following in Jesus' footsteps, but sometimes it feels like Jesus' footsteps aren't ever really touching the ground, that somehow in all of this "amazingness" he is far beyond my reach.
As a Christian, I am supposed to be following in Jesus' footsteps, but sometimes it feels like Jesus' footsteps aren't ever really touching the ground, that somehow in all of this "amazingness" he is far beyond my reach.
As a Christian, I am supposed to be following in Jesus' footsteps, but sometimes it feels like Jesus' footsteps aren't ever really touching the ground, that somehow in all of this "amazingness" he is far beyond my reach.
Here is my Christmas stocking. My great aunt Orpha made it for me when I was two years old. Over the past 62 years, it has hung in twenty homes, waiting each year for something small and special to fill it out.
Zechariah had been waiting for this since the angel came. He could, he supposed, call this child Zechariah Jr. just to spite that haughty angel. However, it had been God's command, and surely, she knew best. So he asked for paper, to make sure everyone understood him, and he wrote down the name John, which some scholars say means 'Grace of God'. The family might have argued further, but at this very moment, Zechariah got his voice back. As he began praising God, everyone began asking what kind of a child this was going to be, with such parents!