I will never forget my first Christmas as a Christian. I was 29 years old. Before then I was hopelessly lost. Raised in the church, I had a religion but not a relationship. Raised to be moral, in my disillusionment and loneliness I became immoral. I actually raised my fist, cursed God and said, “I am going to find someone to love me.”
Where do you turn when you’re in distress? Where do you run when you’re troubled? Or seek counsel when you’re gripped with worry?
Last time, we read that beautiful, touching and oh so desirable commendation found in Matthew chapter 3 verse 17 where the Father said, “This is My Beloved Son, in whom I am well-pleased.” We talked about those precious words coming to Christ before He began His formal ministry. How could this be?