The Choice of Christmas

This was not the sermon I had written for our Christmas Eve 7pm Sermon, but at the last minute God told me in the midst of my exhaustion and foggy mind that there was a different sermon I needed to preach. I argued with God in those last few moments, even going as far as bringing my sermon with me. I said, God I don’t believe I have the mental capacity to preach another sermon, to think through it on the spot and make it coherent and meaningful, but God kept saying, “You might not believe in yourself, but believe in me”. Honestly, this sermon, though I will not judge it’s quality felt like God showing up for me in a miraculous way.