Christmas

The silence is deafening, the noise of fallen Earth muted to hush in anticipation

The bustle of a barren land, called home, preparing to be counted

The movement of a multitude, disruption suddenly backstage, on order of the director, as pregnant maid and man approach.

All of heaven waits eagerly for the glorious symphony to begin

Audience of shepherds to hear the triumphant song of the angels, “Glory to God in the highest”

The exalted one lies in humble manger in this moment when the King of Kings takes his place on lowly earth

Incarnate deity wrapped in swaddling clothes, sent to seek and save

Beloved one, sent to love us with sacrifice we cannot fully comprehend.

The waiting world continues moving not knowing that in one moment everything changed

Here we are, caught in our schedules, trapped by the things that keep us busy

Bustling through the day-to-day, so quick to forget that He is here

He came to hay and straw, to lowly earth and man and girl

He gave life to save and redeem that which was lost

He rose victorious, keys in his hands, conquering death forever

He’s coming again.

This Christmas and always, I am grateful!

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

Here lies a wandering world, numbed by silence and lulled to slumber in the bed of their own consequences. Hearts yearning for “something more”, frustration and longing for love and satisfaction gripping them with fists of disillusionment. “I thought my life would be different.”

Glimmer of hope, Jupiter crowned in Regulus, star to cut the darkness brightly. King of all wrapped in cloak of skin, divinity set aside in submission to meager mortal. Love beyond comprehension. Inconceivable wonder. (You keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.)

Care and protection of the Godhead assigned to lowly frame of girl and boy. Unspeakable mystery. “Be it unto me according to your word.” Prophecies of old fulfilled in one. Odds too numerous to imagine. Proof through faith and Science of a living God who set the heavens in motion for this moment.

Christmas tree, gift of God, hanging sinless in agony for the very ones who scourged him. Forgiving and zealous for the waiting world. Accepting the blame for our mistakes. Tree of life, glorious cross. Beauty from despair, newness from death. Lasting satisfaction and peace given freely from scarred hands of mercy.

I am eternally grateful.