Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
–Lucinda Franks
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
–Lucinda Franks
I explore the first Advent and its context on Burnside today in “There must be more.” For Mary, for Joseph, for Jesus and for us there are chilling consequences of a God who risks reputation and honor for the greater work of salvation in the Earth. Messages of comfort, wealth and notoriety suffer under such an Advent lesson. Please check it out and comment there.