I got all sorts of things this Christmas, far more than I deserve. I got books and scarves and socks and tea-towels. I even got a loaf of bread from my children.
What’s this? I said.
Wait! they shouted in unison and so we all dug into the present pile again. When it came round to my turn, I spied a suspicious-looking box.
Well? I squinted. What about this?
Check it out, now, they chimed, and so I did.
And this is what the wrapping-ripping revealed.
I propose a toast, I suggested.
Yeah,they screamed, as excited as a pair of children on Christmas morning.
Here you go: my very first Jesus-toast.
It’s a miracle, but what would it be like with butter?
A hot buttered miracle?
Yes indeed, my friends. Praise the Lord!
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