My father is here with me today, and last week, he and my mother celebrated 42 years of marriage.

Forty two years.

Forty-two years since the day my Nigerian father walked in the library on the collegiate campus of Texas A&M to my mom and said to her, excuse me, are you Nigerian?

To which my American mom said, no, I'm not.

Whatever it did, it worked. And here they are, 42 years. Still going sharp.

And because I am not only their firstborn child, but their favorite child, I blessed them with the trip for their anniversary. I said, I want you all to go on a trip, have a good time, relax, enjoy the spa. I mean, just have fun. But then I said, but don't have too much fun. Amen, don't have too much fun because I am not trying to have another sibling. I'm too old for that.

My mom immediately started laughing.

I said, no, I'm serious, okay?

I need y'all to help me watch my kids.

I can't be helping you watch yours.

Then my mom just looked at me and said, boy, that is impossible.

And when she said that it was impossible, it reminded me that although my mom is faith-filled

and an amazing woman of God, she is unfamiliar with Luke chapter one.

And what happened there, and especially verse 37, that says nothing is impossible with our

God.

Life Church, fam, I think we forget that when Luke puts pen to parchment and begins to describe in great detail and accuracy, the birth of Jesus Christ, a birth that would change the world forever. He does not begin by

discussing a virgin named Mary or her fiance or her fiance, Joseph. No, no, no. Luke begins with an

old couple. He decides to start with this senior citizen couple that has some gray hair coming in, has their JARP card.

Yeah, Jerusalem Association of Retired Persons. He begins his gospel talking about two people,

Zachariah and Elizabeth, who had been faithful to the call of God and thought that it was too late for God to come through

on his promise. Look at Luke, the doctor, in great detail, letting us know that the angel Gabriel's

first cameo appearance in the Christmas story was not to Mary. It was actually to Zachariah,

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