“Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word; tell me the story most precious, sweetest that ever was heard.”
I love Christmas. I love the songs and the pageantry, the spirit in the air, the foods and decorations and joy, and most of all, being a minister of the Gospel, I love the opportunity to tell the old, old story all over again.
No matter how much we love the Christmas story, this season seems to return with increasing regularity.
As for ministers, after a few cycles of preaching every aspect of it you can think of–the angel’s appearance to Mary, the shepherds, Joseph’s story, the Magi and Herod, even Simeon and Anna–you run out of soap.
Now, you get into recycling. You ransack your collection of Christmas books (sermons, Guidepost stories, those sentimental collections publishers cough out each year, and anything you can find online) in a search for some angle you’ve not used before, some insight that will excite you. The sermon machine has a never-ending appetite for fodder.
You do this not so much for your people as for yourself. You feel a need to get excited about the story all over again; new insights will do that for you.
There’s a better way.