I’ve been hanging out with the Baptists for real since 1989. Nevertheless, I’m still singing carols and celebrating Christmas until January 6 right along with a good portion of the faithful across the globe.
Right now, I am on a journey with the wise ones. We are being guided by a star of wonder and light toward the house where Jesus lives.
Along the way, I’ve got one thing on my mind: what I will I offer of myself when I finally get to that place where the stars are standing still?
Frankincense? Gold? Myrrh?
What do you give in honor of the one whose birth caused His mother to sing:
All of you who are rich and powerful, listen up!
No more standing on our necks, crushing our hopes, occupying our lives with your terror, sucking the life out of us. I’m birthing God’s answer to the cries of the poor,
the oppressed, the hungry, the terrorized.
This answer will turn the world right side up again!
Hang in there, broken-hearted and weary ones!
Freedom is on the horizon!
(Luke 1)
A Voice In Ramah 