Our Dear Savior’s Birth

By Leslie Chambers

Since childhood, I’ve loved ‘The the Night Before Christmas’. I vividly remember sitting with my mother as she slowly recited the words and turned the pages of the book that held a special spot on our family room coffee table each Christmas.  It didn’t matter that I didn’t know what a kerchief was or that I’d never tasted a sugarplum, I longed to for such a night.

 A couple of years ago, I was asked to address the children of our church in our Christmas Eve service and found myself wishing I could capture the wonder and beauty of Jesus’ birth. As I began studying the Gospel accounts and Old Testament prophesies, the purposeful cadence of Clement C. Moore’s enchanting poem echoed through my mind.

 Thank you, Mr. Moore, for your beautiful poem and as a seminarian and Bible scholar, I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your cadence to tell the story of our dear Savior’s birth.

Our Dear Savior’s Birth

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the earth

The scene was set for our dear Savior’s birth.

A remarkable star hung in the night sky,

To witness the miracle commencing nearby.

Magi believed it was the sign of a king,

To him, gold, frankincense, and myrrh they would bring.

Shepherds keeping watch o’re their flocks thru the night,

Would soon behold a most glorious sight.

Angels stood ready, hovering poised to proclaim,

“Glory to God and in peace he will reign”

To the City of David, a young couple was bound,

But upon their arrival no room could be found.

Joseph felt anxious, but he chose not to fear,

When Mary’s time to give birth was suddenly near.

Pain mixed with peace met unmatchable joy,

And time would be marked with the birth of this boy.

Mary remembered the angel, who said she found grace,

When Jesus was born she stared grace in the face.

She beheld her son with ten fingers and toes,

She swaddled him and kissed his sweet little nose.

Prince of Peace! Lord of lords! King of Kings! Rising Sun!

Son of God! Son of Man! Great I Am! Holy One!

Explain your Father to us – who loves beyond all.

Explain your Father to us – that is your call.

As you existed when the world was created,

Now God is with us, oh, how long we have waited!

Then out in the fields, the shepherds heard singing,

And angels appeared – what good news they were bringing!

So to town the men hurried—their feet taking flight.

 “A Savior is born in our city tonight!”

Finding baby Jesus in a manger of hay,

“The angels, they told us we’d find him this way!”

From the East Magi trekked with the star as their guide,

In time the star’s light led to Jesus’ side.

The moment they saw him, pulled gifts from their packs

And with worship and bounty they did not hold back.

Little Jesus – he laughed! He giggled and cooed.

He toddled and waddled and walked he grew.

His family was Jewish and they raised him this way.

It was Moses’ Law they sought to obey.

So at the right time, they gave an offering of love,

On the altar they sacrificed two turtledoves.

Sanctifying this child and setting him apart,

Gives us a glimpse of his dear Father’s heart.

Joseph and Mary treasured all they were told,

How a plan for salvation was to unfold.

Jesus would flourish a wise man among men

And would offer himself and would not condemn.

 For God so loved the world, he gave us his Son,

To all who believe, life eternal will come.

On this silent night, and throughout this glorious season,

Enjoy every minute remembering Jesus is the reason.

When you open a present, tied with ribbons and bows,

Think to yourself of all the love that it shows.

One last thought I will leave on this pre-Christmas night,

“God knows you and loves you with all of his might.”

Speaking at Washington National Cathedral During DC Pride Weekend (2 Videos)

I had the honor of joining the Washington National Cathedral for the celebration of Holy Eucharist on the fourth Sunday after Pentecost (this past Sunday). It was a very difficult morning with the breaking news of the massacre in our home town. Even so, I hope you are encouraged by the message. The first video is the sermon and the second video is a Q&A we did with the congregation. The transcript of the first video is at the end of this post.

Good Morning. It is a tremendous honor to be standing in the Canterbury Pulpit as the guest preacher for 2016 Pride Weekend.

For those of you who know me and my story, you too, know this is truly momentous.

Special thanks to Bishop Budde, Ruth Frey, my friend, Kevin Eckstrom, and all of the Cathedral staff for this rare gift.

Thank you, members of the Cathedral for allowing me to share with you this morning.

Thank you to the LGBTQ+ community for welcoming Leslie and me both to this weekend and to the community.

We do not take your friendship lightly.

Many have speculated about the reasons Leslie and I have for being here this weekend.

Some say it is to advance our own agenda—that we are seeking to remain relevant.

Some say we are preaching the same old message but in a nicer way.

Others say we are here promoting a new agenda—Y’all know….THE GAY AGENDA.

I must confess being here is difficult because of the push and pull we feel from all sides and from the diverse chosen communities of people we call family.

Today we joyfully stand with one of our chosen tribes—people we hold dear—people who in the push and pull have embraced us as we are.

The truth is we do have an agenda.

Because we believe through faith in Christ, we, whose sins are many, have the forgiveness of sin and guilt and shame,

Because we believe we are justified by faith in Christ and not through works of the flesh,

Because we believe we have been crucified with Christ and have new life though we remain in this suit of flesh,

Because we believe Christ’s life and death served a purpose and is not nullified,

Our agenda is to follow HIS commands: To love God and to love people.

Admittedly, that agenda appears passive to people who want clear answers or position statements or who want me to wear any number of labels.

Conversely, to demonstrate love in certain arenas feels aggressive to those who believe we have succumbed to an errant theology; a sloppy grace, unreflective of Christ.

But, this is our choice. Our life.

It’s true—we have fallen prey to grace and it has wrecked us.

It is messy, sloppy, and troublesome, but we have found it is the only key that unlocks the prison of legalistic religion and set the captive truly free.

True, we are here to support and celebrate the gift of living in a society where people are free to live outside of the dark, frightening, and lonely closets in which they’ve been imprisoned whether for short or long periods of time.

True, we celebrate and honor the amazing families who have finally been given the legal recognition they deserve.

True, and most importantly, this morning we celebrate as members of one body, The Church, and as a remnant hoping the diversity we have in this House this morning will lead others in our body to open their Houses of Worship to ALL, as well.

As was the case in the first Pride weekend in June 1970 on the streets of midtown Manhattan, we are here to celebrate a growing movement of honesty, transparency, and pride.

Shame is an antonym for pride. And, we’ve had enough of shame.

Leslie and I are also here to celebrate our story—that of our family of 4. Our 10 and 11 year olds, Molly and Isaac are attending our home church today in the greater Orlando area.

We are here to celebrate the minority of others, like us, who don’t fit the narrative of many gay families.

We are here to make amends to people who’ve been hurt by sexual orientation change efforts like our friends Q, Michael, Chris, and others.

We are here to honor friends like Jill, Amy, Don, and others who, because of their faith convictions, have chosen to remain celibate.

We are here to reunite with dear friends like Julie who in embracing her sexuality has found peace in the embrace of God.

We stand here NOT as people plugged into the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil — pointing to one story as good and another as evil.

We stand here NOT as people whose moral pendulum has swung from one side to another, but rather as people who are joyfully and irrevocably plugged into the Tree of Life seeing people as God sees them: redeemed, holy, blameless, righteous, and beautiful.

Our pendulum has fallen off its axis never to swing again.

And our hearts have expanded to include a community of people we once felt in opposition to and estranged from.

We are here for reconciliation and relationship.

Most importantly, Leslie and I are here to promote the amazing grace—Kairos—Charis of a really good Father.

Along the road we’ve traveled we encountered a pure gospel—THE Good News.

That gospel—THE Gospel—illumined the narrative of our Good Father who gave his only Son to be radically EXcluded, marginalized, cast aside, tortured, and executed so that all of humanity could finally be radically INcluded once and for all—included in a Kingdom that would never end.

The only Kingdom that ever has or ever will matter. Allowing all of us to be adopted into the family of a King who will reign forever and who willingly bestows on his children every good and perfect gift.

Sadly, many of us who found ourselves recipients of this amazing deal—this amazing adoption—have twisted the Gospel and made it exclusionary.

We’ve mixed in the Law and referred to it as THE TRUTH. But, Jesus fulfilled the Law through his death, burial, and resurrection. Grace came through his ultimate and unparalleled sacrifice.

We’ve demanded that grace without the truth of the Law is sloppy, hyper, slippery, greasy, CHEAP.

But, cheap grace, like cheap super-glue is the kind that does not withstand the elements.

It falters under pressure. It fails.

God’s grace—his infinite unconditional and unmerited love—never fails, never falters, never stops working or holding—no matter what comes its way.

It is all-inclusive and, because it cost him everything, is the antithesis of cheap.

God’s grace is lavish. Priceless. Free to all.

The TRUTH is, God is full of GRACE.

I once led the largest organization in the world dedicated to proclaiming freedom from homosexuality through the power of Jesus Christ. I did so with the best of intentions.

My goal was to educate churches and make them safe places for LGBTQ+ people, and unfortunately, to help those churches convert LGBTQ+ people—to help them change.

My stated objective was to put Exodus International out of business because the Church was doing its job.

Three years ago this week, ironically, I stood on a stage at our 38th Annual Exodus Conference and announced Exodus was shutting down.

I repented publicly—I changed my mind.

That night, I amended the statement I’d lived by all 12 years of my presidency to this, “Exodus must go out of business so the Church can do its job.”

My beliefs about the church’s job had been altered, too.

Today, I believe the job of the Church is to continue the work and ministry of Jesus.

To love and serve others, to be radically inclusive even at the expense of comfort and understanding. To proclaim the pure Gospel.

The job of Christians and Christian leaders isn’t to usurp the roles of God, Savior, and Holy Spirit.

It isn’t to condemn—Jesus was the ONLY perfect human being who ever lived on planet Earth.

The apostle John states that Jesus didn’t come to condemn but to save.

It was Jesus, after all, who in the story read this morning from the book of Luke, rebuked Simon the Pharisee and showed favor to the prostitute who gave all she had out of a pure heart.

So, then, why do we condemn? Why do we judge? Why do we exclude?

I wonder if we – and by we, I mean those of us who call ourselves Christ followers and have condemned, judged, and excluded – have allowed fear to rule us.

Fear of the unknown, fear of that which is different—other.

Do I dare say – fear that God’s angry judgment would rain down on us like it did in the Old Testament story of Sodom and Gomorrah?  A story I believe we have gotten terribly, terribly wrong.

If I’ve learned anything in the last few years, it is NOT to fear.

I don’t know that I’m brave, but I am convinced I’m a child of a really good God.

I am convinced that HIS perfect love, demonstrated in the life of Jesus— who is the Tree of Life—casts out all fear.

My heart is plugged into Him and into Life. I trust Him. I fear NOT.

Without fear, I have a lot more time and energy to love God and to love people—and shop.

In the last few verses of the book of Acts 28, Luke writes something astoundingly prophetic to his friend Theophilus:

30 And he (Paul) stayed two full years in his own rented quarters and was welcoming all who came to him, 31 preaching the kingdom of God and teaching concerning the Lord Jesus Christ with all openness, unhindered.

This is our mandate in the Church – To Welcome all. To preach the Kingdom of God—the pure gospel. And to share the life found in Jesus with all openness. Unhindered.

In the book of Matthew verses 13:45-46 we find the story of A Costly Pearl.

45 “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls, 46 and upon finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.

Many interpret this story to mean that we are the merchants and upon finding the priceless gift of Jesus, we should go out and sell everything we have in order to follow Him. It’s not a bad concept. Jesus is worth everything we have.

But what if there is more? What do we possess, what do we own, that if we sold it, would ever be enough to purchase the entire field in which Jesus is found?  

What if instead, this is a story about our Good Father?

What if He is the merchant?

What if He paid the ultimate price – the price of redemption – in giving His own son/Himself/All He had to purchase us?

That would make us, that would make you and me the pearl of great price. For God SO loved the world….

It is time this becomes our anthem. So let it be. Amen.

“Alan & Leslie Chambers Interview on Steve Brown, Etc.”
by Dr. Steve Brown w/ Alan & Leslie Chambers

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DMy Exodus Book: From Fear to Gracer. Steve Brown, founder of Key Life Network, is a good friend who has stood with Leslie and me through the tests and trials we’ve walked through as leaders in the evangelical church. I am thankful for his wise counsel, encouragement, and friendship.

Leslie and I sat down with Steve and his cohosts, Zach Van Dyke, Justin Holcomb, and Erik Guzman last October to talk about our latest book, My Exodus: From FEAR to GRACE (Zondervan, 2015).

Click below to listen to the show. Please share your comments.



Kindness and Trust

Foundations worth standing for

Growing up, I lived a couple of houses down from a red headed boy named Bradley. In the picture my memory conjures of him, his face is sprinkled with a handful of freckles and his ear-to-ear smile is missing some of its Chiclet-like teeth. He was older than me, but I was bigger and stronger. I was the boss of him. Once, in an effort to bolster my superior position I bit Bradley – hard. My mom, who was ironing nearby, contemplated stepping in but instead waited and pretended not to see. She knew I needed to respect his humanity and he deserved the chance to earn that respect. And boy did he. He drew back his flaming red head and bit me with such force that the power struggle came to an abrupt and mutually respectful end. We played very nicely together after that and she was able to finish her ironing.

My kids are getting older and as much as I try to control their outward behavior, it is becoming utterly clear that I cannot control their inward motivations. As such, they occasionally fight over whether they should watch Pokémon or American Ninja Warriors and other such uber-important issues. Words like, “I promise that if you both treat each other kindly and in a way that earns the other persons trust, you will not be disappointed and I won’t have to lecture you anymore and the only consequences you will face will be positive ones,” are often floating around in our house. Kindness and trust are foundational elements. I long for my children to understand that if our choices are “trust builders” rather than “trust destroyers” and if those choices exhibit kindness, there’s a pretty good chance we will make wise choices.

Stepping back from stories like these, comparing them with how I treat those I’m in relationship with today, I marvel at God’s brilliant design. The very best of his creation was humankind. He ordered our lives. He set us up in families and then called himself Father. He gave us brothers and sisters with whom we had to share a room or sit next to in the backseat of the car on a ten-hour road trip to visit Aunt Betty. Then he called those of us who believe in him brothers and sisters in Christ.

My Washington Post OpEd on Gay Marriage

I once led an ex-gay ministry. Here’s why I now support people in gay marriages.

Last week I had the privilege of writing an opinion piece for the The Washington Post in light of the Supreme Court ruling on marriage. Here are the ending paragraphs from the article:

My prayers going forward will be for those who fear the results of the decision that was made today. Those who feel like they have lost their country and like evil is prevailing. As one who once felt that way I believe I can pray for them with great understanding and empathy. My prayer won’t be for them to change their mind on anything gay. My prayer will be for them to repent of fear.

Perfect love casts out all fear. Love never fails. I hope the 60 percent of Americans who won today will remember the 40 percent who feel as though they lost. This is truly an opportunity for the majority to do unto others better than they were once done unto. I believe this can happen because what I have found as a former conservative religious leader amongst the people I once opposed is love, acceptance, affirmation and friendship.

It’s time to end the war. It’s time for peace and rest. For Christians, I believe the Gospel demands it. There’s never been a better day for it than today.

Click here to read the full article. I look forward to your comments.

My Dad’s Sweet, Strong Heart

I was recently asked, “Where do you get your understanding of God?” Because I desire everything in my life: my worldview, my relationships, my actions and reactions, even what I think about myself to be based on who I understand God to be, this is an important question. While both my own study of the Bible and sound teaching from others have shaped my awareness of God, my immediate answer was, “from my father.” I am by nature a picture person and things come to life when I see them. My dad was a picture of a good father. I see God as a Good Father and everything I read and hear about Him verifies that picture.

Before and especially since my dad passed away on August 2, 2013 my thoughts have lingered on this question and my answer. My earthly father gave me the gift of understanding what it’s like to be in relationship with my Heavenly Father. Because of who my dad was and how he treated me, I rest in the unconditional and gracious love of God. I know that’s not the case for everyone. There are some fathers who have abused and/or abandoned their children causing them to feel ashamed, unworthy, and insecure. For you dear ones, I am sorry and I long to help. Hopefully, sharing a bit about my dad will help paint a better picture of a good father and more importantly the Good Father.

Towards Peace & Conversation


The world is fraught with bad news. It has been since the beginning and will be until the end. Ironically, after however many thousands or millions of years (depending on your theology, or lack thereof) humans are still surprised wars continue to happen, that people die, and senselessly bad things happen to really good people. We don’t expect this reality. Maybe because God didn’t create the world or its inhabitants to experience the decay that has been unstoppable since Adam and Eve fell in the garden. Our expectations match what was to be our original perfect reality and not what became our actual reality post fall.

Andy Crouch, prolific author, speaker, and Executive Editor of Christianity Today, says it like this,

“We live in a bad news to bad news reality in the church. We start in Genesis 3 (the fall) and end with Revelations 20 (the lake of fire).”

Andy’s point is that even the Church, the entity Pastor Bill Hybels calls the hope of the world, has succumbed to this grim, joyless, and visionless existence. As Believers we live like the rest of humanity, in shame and defeat, with a poor image of God the Father, Redeemer, Creator, Author, and Finisher. And, we become a poor reflection of Him.

An Unlikely Love

One year ago this week Leslie and I walked into the dark, unremarkable basement of Hollywood Presbyterian Church and sat down in a circle made up of people whom some in the mainstream Church would rather forget. There was a time when I believed they should be forgotten or at least ignored. I was the leader of Exodus International, the largest Christian organization in the world offering hope for change to anyone impacted by homosexuality. That change had come to mean ridding oneself of homosexuality. These folks all came from Christian backgrounds and had damaging stories about Exodus and the Church. They were no longer interested in the change Exodus represented. Though I hadn’t been connected to or even met most of them, the organization I was leading bore responsibility for some of the anger and hurt they carried into the ominous basement that Sunday afternoon. As the leader of Exodus International, I was their enemy.

I had been intentionally listening to stories like theirs for months. I knew something had to be done. The hurt was extensive and I believed it was my duty to make things right. I needed to repent and apologize to this group. The apology had to be unequivocal, unconditional. I asked Lisa Ling and her crew to capture the apology on camera so others could also hear and receive. The entire 3 hour and 25 minute ordeal was filmed and portions of it ended up being featured in an episode of her hit TV series Our America on the Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN). It only seemed fitting to partner with Lisa as she had facilitated a coming out journey of sorts for me when she pursued me for an interview that aired in March 2011.

#Grace #Church

Leslie and I were in church yesterday morning for the first time in 3 weeks.  The last two Sundays we played hooky.  The first week we celebrated a birthday.  Last week, Leslie’s mom kept the kids for the whole weekend and, well, we savored every moment of our much-needed time off by doing very little.

But, because our church is such an amazing place we simply cannot stand to stay away for long.  We love it.  Every part.  We love our pastor and his wife.  We love the other pastors, staff, and their families.  We love our Life Group. We love the people—the ones we know well and the ones we don’t.  We love the music. We love the teaching. We love Grace Church. It’s home. It’s family.

One Drawer At A Time Sweet Jesus

Leslie croppedOne day, only a few short weeks ago, I had the strangest thing happen. I found myself with nothing pressing to do. The kids were at school and wouldn’t be home for hours. The house was clean enough. There was left over lasagna for dinner. The dog was bathed. My family was healthy. I was planning on a bike ride with the kids later so I didn’t need to exercise. I’d been to the grocery store and Target the day before. I’d finished my laundry before the sun rose. I had even given my hair a color tweak so the bothersome greys were history! What to do, what to do….

With the question of how to spend the day before me, it only took a few seconds to feel the weight of what I should do. The schoolroom and office closet was a mess. I should clean it out. The front door needed a coat of paint. I should paint it. The garage had several stacks of things to be sorted. I should sort them. I should work in the yard, pull weeds, and re-pot plants. I should call a friend I haven’t talked to in ages. On and on and on… I started “shoulding” on myself. I couldn’t handle the burden so I decided instead to clean out a drawer. This I could handle. One small drawer. In about an hour a drawer that began the day so full it could neither be opened nor closed became orderly and functional. The best part however, was finding long forgotten trinkets and treasures I gave to my kids when they got home. It was like Christmas! Those other things I should have done, the truly important ones, were still there the next day.