Fingers trembling, Drew wiped the sweat from his brow for the hundredth time. He had a sermon to write, visits to make, and bills to pay, but all of that would have to wait. He held the letter in his hands, trying to keep the paper from shaking.
He felt blessed to be the pastor of this lovely little church, and had never complained about having to work a few extra jobs to make ends meet. But now things had been picking up at church, and the congregation had begged him to begin working for them full-time. They would try to pay him a little more, but the exact amount was up in the air.
Drew held onto the resignation letter tightly, praying for the courage to send it to his manager over at the bank. He knew he was doing the right thing, but that didn’t make it easy.
A pang of guilt stabbed at Drew’s heart. Wasn’t he the one who was always preaching to his people about trusting God and having faith? He believed that God was perfectly capable of taking care of him and his family, didn’t he? So why was he sitting here, feeling such fear?
“The moment you feel the most afraid is most likely the moment God is preparing to do something truly magnificent in your life…” The words echoed through his mind, and they should have.
They were from one of his own sermons.
Taking a deep breath, Drew opened the mailbox and was surprised to find a bright red envelope sitting inside. There was no return address, and his name was scrawled across the front in perfect penmanship. He ripped open the envelope and withdrew a beautiful Christmas card. On the front was Mary and Joseph, gazing lovingly at the innocent babe who would grow up to redeem mankind. “Believe… and Rejoice!” the card proclaimed in glittering gold letters.
Tears spilled onto Drew’s cheeks. Who knows what fear Joseph and Mary had felt as they prepared to embrace an unplanned pregnancy and face the harsh reactions of the Ancient Israelites? But they had trusted God wholeheartedly. They had stepped out on faith. And God had used them to raise His only Son, who was the Light of the entire world.
Drew dropped his own letter into the mailbox with a light heart. He truly believed, and now it was time to rejoice. His smile deepened with every step, as he imagined with great anticipation what God might choose to do with his act of faith.
He never did find out who sent him the Christmas card, but there is one thing he would always remember. That his hand was sure and steady that evening as he sat at his desk to write his Christmas sermon.
But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus.”