Christmas morn we woke up to the aftermath of a Christmas Eve party. The floor littered with gum balls, candy wrappers, toys and stray ornaments. We blasted the Christmas service online via bluetooth, then spent the day relaxing and went to Mom and Dad’s for evening coffee. Merry Christmas, my friends!

Here is an excerpt from a sermon of old, preached by one of my favorite preachers, Charles Spurgeon:

Ah, Christians, ring the bells of your hearts, tire the salute of your most joyous songs, “For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given.” Dance, O my heart, and ring out peals of gladness! Ye drops of blood within my veins dance every one of you! Oh! all my nerves become harp strings, and let gratitude touch you with angelic fingers! And thou, my tongue, shout—shout to his praise who hath said to thee—”Unto thee a child is born, unto thee a Son is given.” Wipe that tear away! Come, stop that sighing! Hush yon murmuring. What matters your poverty? “Unto you a child is born.” What matters your sickness? “Unto you a Son is given.”