Merry Christmas from TWELVESIXTEEN! This year, we wish our family and friends, not just more of God’s goodness, but the opportunity to draw closer to the friendship and love Jesus has to offer. The joy and hope God has given to the world surpasses a one time gift, but the salvation He gives allows us to surrender our lives to the very best He has in store for us, and more than we could ever fathom. May His love for you draw you closer to a love relationship with Him, symbiotic and alive. “For unto us a child is born…” LOVE, Perze and Marchesa Emmanuelle Grace Zienne Noelle Elleonai Summer
Hi choir! I wanted to say thank you without tearing up on the pulpit. You know the sacrifices you made for this season’s cantata, so know that your offering and praise is never in vain. Sometimes, we forget how important praise is, but if you read the old testament and even the book of revelations, praise is in our nature, like the flowers of the field and the trees and mountains. In revelations, the elders that surrounded the throne, all day everyday just praised God. And hearing you guys as one, knowing how hard you worked, was worth it. Even as a smaller group, power and passion were not lacking. The culmination of all the practices showed up in your unity in singing and dynamics. Thank you choir. God bless your ministry.
I had the pleasure of playing the piano for my eldest daughter, Emma, while she played her violin. This is her 3rd year playing violin so it’s becoming easier to choose from a variety of songs because she can practice the notes and I can just follow along. This was the first year she played for the cantata, and although she was a little hesitant, I was so proud of her courage. Even more, I know she did it to play for Jesus. She humbly reminds me exactly of the “little drummer boy” who wanted to give something to Jesus, and he gave not just his ability to play the drum, but his heart. My sweet Emma…
Last Sunday, we had the very rare opportunity to watch an Eagles game in Lincoln Financial Field. It was our first time, a dream Perze’s had since he fell in love with American football. I remember conversations we had early in our relationship, ones that began with “one day”. I remember our drives in Philly that sometimes would circle the arena, and he would just admirably glance at the sight. I’ve seen that look before. It was the look of love and hope. Ten years later, after he had taught me the rules and excitement of football, he had free tickets in his hand, after a healthy handshake from someone who thought he deserved them, a man from one of the vendors he worked with from Viacom. Perks of his job. You see, after ten years, after meeting me, Perze has this amazing professional testimony, and I’m at the sidelines as his #1 fan, his #1 cheerleader, and my Jersey of his name never comes off. Throughout the years, he has made a name in his career and people tend to flock to him, respect him, and vouch for him, trying to get him on their team or trying to […]