The Least To The East

 Take a walk with me into a Bethel Sunday. It's crisp winter day and I am thankful to be attending church. Pastor Davis did a wonderful Christmas Presentation. I have a great deal of admiration and respect for him as he walks this road in faith and not by sight. You can view it as well as today's sermon here. We had the privilege of hearing Missionary to Scotland Robert Kelley preach today. When he started off his sermon, I just chuckled to myself. God truly has been sending people our way to encourage us. Many are sick. Many are dealing with all kinds of things that are heavy.  The beauty of Bethel is that no matter what is taking place in our lives, when we come to church, we lay it at the feet of Jesus, and we worship. In His presence there is a peace the surrounds us. Our problems are still there when we walk out the door. Many times, after being in His presence, miracles do take place and God makes a way where there seems to be no way. Dear Bethel Family, you have my heart and my prayers.  Bro. Kelley preached on "The Least To The East".  His main text came from Luke 2:8-18. God chose to reveal himself being born via angels to Shepphards who were the least on the east. This is His way. He does not want or need perfection. He just wants a willing heart. God does keep His promises, sometimes we may not see them come to pass ourselves, but they will come to pass. When the Shepphards were given the good news, they responded with immediate obedience. In our humanness we can tend to wonder how God can do what He is tell you He is going to do. It's now always so easy for us to see and understand. He is merciful and gives us grace until we finally say yes and follow. Even when it does not make sense, trust Him. When God delivers you from something do not back out, just keep your eyes ahead and continue to go forward. As we go into this Christmas Week, the greatest give you can give Jesus is yourself. God is good.


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