This month is the twelfth Christmas as a pastor at the Church I currently serve. That means I have walked through twelve months of Christmas sermons, children’s programs, and candlelight gatherings.

The children who once sang in their sweet little voices have now grown into adults. The young adults who were attending when I came have married, and their kids are performing this year. Several older adults who once carried candles are now unable to participate because of the struggles that come with age. Still others who once arrived with their white hair and new Christmas sweater have gone on to be with Jesus.

Times change. People in the Church change. And the one constant has been the old, old story about a Savior who comes from heaven to be with his people. As I look back on these twelve Christmases, I’m grateful for the privilege of walking with a community that still believes the manger matters. A community that keeps showing up, year after year, to celebrate a Savior who has shown us that hope exists, peace is possible, and love is not out of reach.

I hope this year to see you at Church for Christmas, or that you will join your faith community to celebrate the coming of the King. It is still a story you need to hear.