On Christmas Eve when I was 23, my wife and I traveled to Bethlehem from our apartment in Jerusalem. We gathered with hundreds under a clear canopy of stars at the place where Jesus was born. We sang hymns, listened to a preacher or two, and of course, read the entire narrative from the Bible. Joseph and Mary away from home; Jesus born in a barn; shepherds startled by angels; and wealthy wise men bringing their gifts on that first Christmas night.
This is OUR story: the Christian story: the birth of Jesus. As the gospel writer described it so many years ago: "And there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed."
This is the time of year for OUR story. We read it, we sing it, we perform it, we preach it and color it, and observe it. In every way you can image, we recreate this story and cast it in every direction as the core and content of our Christian faith.
This is our story. "And she brought forth her firstborn son, wrapped him in swaddling clo