After many years at a wonderful Bible church, where all my boys were dedicated, in 2014 we’ve started attending our local Anglican church. To say that this new place of worship is a little higher church is a tremendous understatement. The responsive, participatory nature is brand new to the Jackson boys. This past Sunday was a Lessons and Carols service, which entailed many “Thanks be to God” responses from the congregation.
As my guys were walking to the car after church, Sam encountered a sixty-something gentleman in the parking lot whom none of us knows.
“Hey Buddy,” Sam said. “Thanks be to God!”
I wonder when he decided to pull this little bit. Was it spontaneous? Did he plan it during the service? There’s no telling. He doesn’t really divulge much about how his hilarious mind works.
I didn’t tell my brother this story but this morning he sent me the following text message.
Thanks be to God for His indescribable Gift! – 2 Cor. 9:15 Merry Christmas!!
I don’t think it can be said any better than that. I hope you unwrapped some wonderful gifts this morning. I hope your house was brimming with joy. But Jesus is the indescribable gift for which this day is celebrated, just as my brother so aptly quoted Paul.
Thanks be to God, Hallelujah, and
Merry Christmas to all!