You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus. (Luke 1:31)
Relate: I hate winter. I hate snow. I’m not a big fan of Christmas Trees. When I came home one day in late October… yes, October, to find my roommate had put one up, the first words out of my mouth were, “What is this abomination?” I hate snow. I do love Christmas music… for about the first two hours that I hear it. Then I’ve had enough until next year. Keep me away from the glitter, the lights, the cold… did I mention I hate snow?
But I love Christmas. I know it wasn’t the true day He was born. I think the best argument for when He was born goes to late summer. But in reality, every day is Christmas. I should…
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