![]() Yet somehow, Joseph had to have the faith and the insight and the wisdom to discern that this wasn’t just another crazy dream like so many others-that the messenger in his dream wasn’t the result of some spicy food he ate the night before but was actually the voice of God,telling him that his new mission, should he choose to accept it, was going to completely turn his life upside down. The angel comes to Joseph the same way the principal from my old high school comes to me… in a dream, in a crazy, crazy dream. You see, the angel doesn’t just show up one day out of the blue, nicely backlit with a halo, like Roma Downey in Touched by an Angel. Before he can do so, however, an angel visits him and convinces him otherwise-that Mary’s story, as hard as it is to swallow, is true.Įxcept… there’s a little more to it than that. Who would? So he decides to quietly break off their engagement. Sure, Mary said something about an angel visiting her, and God working a miracle within her, and how she’s going to give birth to the Son of God-but Joseph didn’t believe her. I didn’t read from Matthew’s Christmas story just now, but you probably remember the highlights: Mary tells her fiancé Joseph that she’s pregnant-and, of course Joseph knows that he’s not the father. It’s ridiculous, right? But it’s so real… This is hardly a terrifying nightmare or anything, but when I wake up-after I slowly regain my senses-I am so relieved that this was only a dream. ![]() So here I am in my dream, a 42 year old man walking the halls of my high school- trying to remember my locker combination, cramming for a History midterm, rushing to class before the bell rings. It might be fun to go back if I could be 17 again, but in my dream I have to go back as a 42 year old! That would not be fun. ![]() Some of you are like, “I would love to go back to high school-knowing what I know now! Youth is wasted on the young!” And I know what you mean. I’m pretty sure my high school can’t really do that, but in my dream they can. And, oh, by the way… If I don’t go back to high school, they’re going to call Georgia Tech and call Emory University and have them take away the three degrees that I have between those two schools. He informs me that there was a mistake in the record-keeping back in 1988 when I graduated, and, as it happens, I’m going to have to go back to high school in order to receive all the necessary credits I need to earn my diploma. I’m sure he’s long since retired now-and, in fact, my high school is now a middle school-but in my dream it’s still a high school, and he’s still the principal. For example, in one of these dreams, I get a call one day-out of the blue-from the principal of my high school. They’re mostly related to academic insecurities. Since I became an adult, I have been afflicted with recurring bad dreams. The following is my original sermon manuscript. Sermon Text: Luke 2:1-20 Ĭlick here to listen to an. A young parishioner made this for me during my sermon on Sunday.
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