At the outset of a new year, it’s natural to wonder about the future. No, not natural. COMPULSIVE.
Like millions of Americans last evening, I sat in my Christmas-light festooned house across from a beautifully decorated tree and watched would-be presidents of the US debating national security in the recent aftermath of the San Bernardino jihadist shootings.
I don’t know where I’ve been the past six Advents at IBC, but this year, I’ve been given the gift of Advent and the gift of hope.
Sunday night, our family dusted off an old Advent devotional from the IBC Children’s Ministry. Following its instructions, we turned off all the lights, gathered around one candle at our kitchen table, and contemplated its meaning.
Last Sunday I had the privilege of preaching what I consider the Apostle Paul’s greatest formulation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, 2 Corinthians 5:14-21.