But as we have been approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel, even so we speak, not as pleasing men, but God who tests our hearts. 1Thessalonians 2:4 (NKJV)
Growing up Christmas was gifts, food, and family. Love was abundant, but the story of Jesus’ birth was softly spoken.
I had confused religious views.
I believed Jesus was indeed alive. He lived among innocent suffering. No child’s suffering was going to be on my behalf. I felt more than deserving of punishment. But if anyone was going to suffer consequence for my sin it would be me. I was so prideful.
Punishment was discipline. Discipline was love. Applying self-discipline was me loving me. I, with me and myself, had the power of my tomorrow.
I was a sinner living life without God. The Holy Spirit met me where I was in life and over time. Through Jesus Christ “sound” came to forgiveness.
My sound and story are unique by God’s design.
Now Christmas includes gifts, tree, and Santa. We set up nativities, sing Happy Birthday Jesus, read and share His story. Then we share our stories.
I’m a Christian. My voice brings sound to forgiveness.
Dear God, Thank You for all that is my life. As I speak of Your forgiveness may my voice be pleasing.