A compelling plea from the Father for us to understand and never forget the true meaning of Christmas.
It’s Christmas night in Africa. Ruth held a frightened woman dying of AIDS. Moments later, while rats ran around her feet, the sound of heaven rose from Ruth’s harp and the presence of God and His amazing peace filled the humble, mud walled hut.
Prostitutes sobbed and fell to their knees. They would never go to church. So God came to them.
When the song of the angels is stilled and the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: To find the lost. Heal the broken. Feed the empty. Set the captive free.