In 1809, the world was noisy with greatness.Napoleon Bonaparte was conquering Austria.

Kings trembled. Nations shifted.Newspapers were filled with headlines of power, strategy, and empire.

In 1809  William Gladstone, future Prime Minister of England,Alfred Tennyson, great poetOliver Wendell Holmes, influential writer Felix Mendelssohn musical genius were born yet no one noticed those cradles.

The world was too busy watching one man on a horse, chasing glory.

Now travel back two thousand years.

Rome ruled the world.

Caesar sat on the throne.

Legions marched. Taxes were collected. Power was absolute.

And one night…

A baby was born.No palace.No headlines.No royal announcement.Just a young girl, a carpenter, and a stable.No one noticed.Except heaven.Angels broke the silence.Shepherds were invited.A star paused in the sky.That baby did not conquer nations with swords.He conquered hearts with love.He did not build an empire.He built a kingdom that would never end.

Rome is gone.

Napoleon’s empire has faded.

But Jesus Christ—

the baby no one noticed—

is still worshiped, still followed, still changing lives.

He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David,  and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”Luke 1:32, 33

Will You Come and Dance with Your Pappa Again?”

 

Joe had only one treasure in his life—his daughter, Madeline.

Her mother had passed away during childbirth, so from the very first day, Joe became everything to her: father, comforter, protector, friend.

When Madeline was five, Christmas meant only one thing—dancing with Papa.

Every Christmas Eve, the little house would glow with lights, the tree would sparkle, and Madeline would stand on Joe’s shoes as they danced slowly across the floor. Laughter filled the room. Love filled the house.

Years passed.

Madeline grew up. Friends came. Voices grew louder than Papa’s. One Christmas Day she said, “Papa, I’m going with my friends.”

Joe smiled, but his heart broke quietly.

That Christmas, Madeline left home.

She went with her cousin to a distant town. Parties replaced prayers. The world promised joy but delivered pain. A boyfriend betrayed her, leaving her with nothing but a handbag and a wounded heart. Like the prodigal child, she tasted hunger, loneliness, and shame.

One day, her cousin handed her a bundle of letters.

They were all from her father.

Christmas cards. Notes. Letters written year after year.

And every letter had the same line:

“Will you come home and dance with your Papa again?”

Madeline broke down and wept.

She packed her clothes, took a bus, and came home.

It was December 25 — Christmas Day.

The old house stood quietly.

The Christmas tree was ready.

And Papa… was waiting.

She opened the door.

No words were needed.

That night, father and daughter danced again—on Christmas Eve.

Love restored. Relationship healed.

Near the door, on the floor, lay one final letter with her name on it.

Her father’s simple request once more:

“Will you come and dance with your Papa again?”

Beloved, this is the Christmas story.

Not just about Madeline and Joe—but about us and our Heavenly Father.

No matter how far we wander…

No matter how broken we feel…

The Father keeps writing letters.

Grace after grace.

Invitation after invitation.

And every Christmas, heaven asks us gently:

“Will you come home and walk with Me again?”

“Will you come and rejoice in My presence again?”

Today is Christmas.

The door is open.

The Father is waiting.

Will you come home… and dance with Him again?

*selected.story by max lucado

It was Christmas time—not with lights or carols,

but a quiet visit to a village in Karnataka.

We shared a meal in a simple home.

A pregnant woman smiled and said,

“Only fifteen -five days more.”

Before morning came, pain began.No hospital nearby.No doctor.Only prayer.My wife went to help.

In that humble house, a baby girl was born—life arriving with love as the only preparation.Soon the mother grew weak.

I drove—twenty-two kilometers.No facility.Another ten 

Finally, a hospital door opened.

We took the newborn to a pediatric clinic to another part of town. The doctor smiled,“The baby is fine.”Thank God.

But the child lay uncovered—no proper cloth to wrap her.I ran to a small shop and said,

“Please give me something—anything—to cover a baby just born.”

A cloth was placed in our hands.And suddenly, my thoughts traveled two thousand years back.

Another baby…born not in a hospital,but in a manger.No cradle.No comfort.Only strips of cloth.

Who was that baby?The Creator of the universe,choosing weakness,choosing poverty,choosing to come close.

In that moment, I understood Christmas.Christmas is not God coming to palaces,but to simple places.Not wrapped in silk,but wrapped in grace.

Later, we returned to the hospital.The mother survived.That Christmas had no decorations,yet heaven felt near.

“She wrapped Him in swaddling clothes

and laid Him in a manger.” — Luke 2:7

Lord I worship You, Praise You.. Glorify You Jesus. 

Grace coming close.

God with us.

Emmanuel.

These days, decoration is going on everywhere.

Homes are lit with stars and lights.

Church halls are beautifully adorned.

Streets shine with colors and joy.

Christmas has arrived.

But this year, let us pause and ask ourselves—

What about the decoration of our hearts?

The Bible reminds us that God is not impressed by outward beauty. 

He looks at the heart.

This Christmas, let us decorate our hearts with love—a love that forgives.

Let us decorate our lives with good works—quiet acts of kindness. 

Let us decorate our hearts with compassion—seeing the hurting, the lonely, the forgotten.

In the very first Christmas, Father God Himself decorated a small, ordinary place.Bethlehem was not decorated with gold or lights.But God adorned it with the greatest gift heaven could give—His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ.

“He did not come wrapped in silk, but wrapped in humility.Not placed in a palace, but laid in a manger.”

Today, God is still looking for a place to dwell.

Not in beautifully decorated buildings, 

but in hearts made ready for Him.

let us also open our hearts and say:

“Lord, decorate my heart with Your love.

Fill me with Your compassion.

Let my life reflect Your grace.”

May this Christmas / New year be truly beautiful—

not just on the outside,

but from the inside out.

Amen.

Do you hear what I hear?.. Carol Song

 

The Christmas song begins with a whisper in the dark. The night wind speaks to the little lamb: “Do you see what I see?” A bright star shines with a tail as big as a kite. It reminds us that God often begins His work in small, silent ways—light shining in darkness, hope rising when no one expects it. 

Then the message moves forward. The little lamb speaks to the shepherd boy: “Do you hear what I hear?” A song fills the sky, a voice as big as the sea. Heaven is announcing that the Savior has come. The shepherds—simple, ordinary people—are the first to hear. 

Next, the shepherd speaks to the mighty king: “Do you know what I know?” A Child has been born, cold and vulnerable. Not in a palace, but in a manger. The King of kings came in the weakest way, so every person—rich or poor, broken or whole—could come near to Him. 

Finally, the king speaks to the people everywhere: “Listen to what I say! Pray for peace!” Because the Child sleeping in the night will bring goodness and light. And that is the heart of Christmas: the light of Christ shining for the whole world to receive.

This season, may we see His light, hear His voice, know His love, and share His peace—just as the song beautifully shows, from wind… to lamb… to shepherd… to king… to every person everywhere.

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Do you hear what I hear?

Said the night wind to the little lamb
Do you see what I see?
(Do you see what I see?)
Way up in the sky, little lamb
Do you see what I see?
(Do you see what I see?)
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
(Do you hear what I hear?)
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
(Do you hear what I hear?)

A song, a song high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know? (Do you know what I know?)
In your palace warm, mighty king
Do you know what I know? (Do you know what I know?)

A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Let us bring him silver and gold

Said the king to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say! (Listen to what I say!)
Pray for peace, people, everywhere
Listen to what I say! (Listen to what I say!)
The Child, the Child sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

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*At Christmas, we do not just remember a baby in a manger—we celebrate God becoming flesh.

Read 

Matthew 2

Luke 2

Philippians 2

Titus 2

Hebrews 2

Luke 2:11 says,

“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; He is the Messiah, the Lord.”

He came quietly, wrapped in cloth, lying in a manger—yet heaven announced Him as Lord.

Matthew 2:2 tells us the wise men asked,

“Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews?”

Earth may not have noticed, but heaven placed a star. Kings may have trembled, but seekers worshiped.

Why did He come?

Philippians 2:6–7 answers:

“Though he was in the form of God… he made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant.”

Jesus did not cling to glory—He chose humility. The Creator entered His creation.

Titus 2:11 declares,

“For the grace of God has appeared that offers salvation to all people.”

Christmas is grace appearing—visible, touchable, living among us.

And He became human for a reason.

Hebrews 2:14–15 says,

“Since the children have flesh and blood, He too shared in their humanity… to free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.”

He took our flesh to defeat our enemy and become our Redeemer.

Christmas means this:

God came near, God came low, and God came to save.

This season, let us open our hearts like a manger—simple, humble, and ready—to receive

 Emmanuel: God with us.

*selected.. David Jeremiah

O Come Let us Adore Him..

 

He has given His people a strong King. All of His faithful people praise Him for that gift. All of the people of Israel are close to His heart. Praise the Lord. Psalms 148:14

   

Psalm 148 tells us that God gave His people a great gift—a strong King. Not a weak ruler. Not a temporary leader. But a King raised up by God Himself, close to the heart of His people.

At Christmas, this promise came alive.

Wise men traveled from the East asking, “Where is the One who is born King of the Jews?”

People  later cried out, “Hosanna! Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!”

And even on the cross, a sign was placed above Him:

“Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”

What a King this is.

Born not in a palace, but in Bethlehem.

Crowned not with gold, but with thorns.

He ruled not by force, but by love.

He conquered not nations, but hearts.

This is God’s Christmas gift to us—a Strong King, a Savior King, the King of kings.

Psalm 148 says that all His faithful people are close to His heart. So today, let us do what heaven and earth are called to do: praise Him.

Glory to God in the highest!

The King of kings is born in Bethlehem.

Let every faithful heart worship Him.

Praise the Lord.

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O come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him

Born the King of Angels
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore Him
Christ, the Lord

 

Christmas is seeing the face of God.

Shepherds saw Jesus.So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph and saw the baby lying in the manger. Luke 2:16🌲

Christmas is worshipping Jesus Christ

Wise men worshipped Jesus.
They went into the house, and when they saw the child with his mother Mary, they knelt down and worshiped him. They brought out their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh, and presented them to him. Matthew 2:11🍰

Christmas is coming back to God 

And so they left, and on their way they saw the same star they had seen in the East. When they saw it, how happy they were, what joy was theirs! It went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. Matthew 2:9-10 Wisemen went back from the Jerusalem and came to Bethlehem..

John 3:16 says, "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life". 
 Blessed Day...

 

Bethlehem was the city of David.

Bethlehem was the place where Boaz lived.

It was from this very town that Micah prophesied—

“Though you are small among the clans of Judah,

from you will come the One who will rule Israel.”

Yes, Bethlehem was small.

Unnoticed. Ordinary.

Yet from that small place came the greatest gift the world has ever known.

Maybe today you feel small.

Overlooked. Empty. Like a stable with nothing to offer.

But God specializes in entering humble places.

Open your stable—your heart—to Jesus.

When He enters, famine turns into harvest.

Just like Ruth, who came to Bethlehem in emptiness and found a harvest of barley, a redeemer, and a new future.

Bethlehem means “House of Bread.”

And from that house came the Bread of Life,

not just for one family, but for the whole world.

This Christmas, may your heart become Bethlehem—

a dwelling place for Jesus,

a house of bread for many,

and a testimony that God brings greatness from small beginnings.

 

Ruth walked into Bethlehem, the House of Bread, carrying loss, pain, and uncertainty. She had no promises, no security, no future—only a quiet faith that the God of Israel would somehow provide. Yet the very place she entered in brokenness became the place where God wrote her redemption story.

Centuries later, Mary also arrived in that same Bethlehem. But she came carrying the true Bread of Life, Jesus Christ. Bethlehem, once known for physical bread, now became the birthplace of the Living Bread, the One who satisfies every hunger of the human heart.

Look at the beautiful pattern of grace:

Ruth found Boaz, a kinsman-redeemer who covered her shame, restored her future, and brought her into a covenant of love.We have found Jesus, our Redeemer who covers us with His grace, restores our destiny, and brings us into an eternal covenant.

Ruth received a husband, one who stood for her and provided for her.We have received the Heavenly Bridegroom, Christ, who loves us more deeply than any earthly husband ever could.

Ruth came at the harvest season, the exact time when God had prepared abundance.We too find that God leads us into our seasons—not too early, not too late—perfect timing, perfect provision, perfect grace.

Bethlehem was not just a place. It was a divine appointment.

A reminder that when life feels empty, God can lead us to the place of fullness.

When doors seem closed, He can open fields of harvest.

When all we see is loss, He is preparing redemption.

Today, take comfort:

If God could weave Ruth’s broken story into the lineage of Christ…

If He could bring Mary to Bethlehem to bring forth the Savior…

He can lead you too — into His perfect season, His perfect place, His perfect plan.

What a Redeemer.

What a Savior.

What a Grace.!!!