"Arrr, matey! Max Lucado be sayin’, come Christmas 2024, Jesus be the treasure ye seek next! Yarrr!"
2024-12-23
Arrr, mateys! ‘Tis the time o’ Advent, the grand prelude to the jolly feast o’ Christmas! We be raisin’ a tankard to the merry day when the Almighty took on flesh, like a fine parrot in a pirate's hat! Hoist the sails for joy, me hearties!
Avast, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn about the wee babe in the cradle, that scallywag Christ! Aye, the sight of the infant Jesus in the Bethlehem barn be enough to warm even the coldest pirate's heart. We deck our ships—er, homes—each December, with plastic donkeys and wooden mangers, and hoard hand-carved treasures of Mary, Joseph, and the wee lad.But hark! While we be lovin’ the gentle Christ and his merry gatherings with children and sheep, what say ye to the notion of a roaring King on a stallion, ready to unleash fury upon the wicked? Aye, that be the Jesus the world’s not so familiar with, but he be comin’ soon, like a storm brewin’ on the horizon!