God Comes to the Herod in Us (A children's sermon with illustrations by Chat GPT)

 I love you,

 I love you, 

 I love you,

 The little bird sang to the ogre.

 

The ogre, being an ogre, didn’t know what to make of it.

So he grunted and snorted and puffed up his chest.

I love you,

I love you,

I love you,

The little bird sang again.

The ogre’s face turned bright red. His hands began to tremble.

He wanted to grab the little bird and crush it between his fingers.

Instead, he let out three horrible shrieks.

                                                                       The little bird didn’t waver.

                                                                        I love you,

                                                                        I love you,

                                                                        I love you.

Suddenly, the ogre’s shoulders softened. He breathed out with a deep sigh.

Then, without quite understanding why, the ogre reached out his hands, and the little bird came to perch there.

                                   The bird sang again.

                                    I love you,

                                    I love you,

                                    I love you.

A single tear rolled down the ogre’s cheek, for he’d never in all his life heard such a beautiful song.