So my week of silence has come to an end.
For Zechariah, 9 months of silence ends with the cries of His newborn baby boy.
He began this silence with the words, “how can I be sure of this?” A kind of “what-you-talkin-bout-Willis” response to the Angel of God.
But he ends his silence, filled with the joy of a Father, who through no goodness of his own, received a gift, and this gift would prepare the way for Jesus, and the world would never be the same….I will never be the same.
So I figured you might as well hear my first words, as the first words of Zechariah:
Merry Christmas.
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