25 December 2016

The Road to Bethlehem – Promises to Keep

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

There is hope in Christmas because there are promises in Christmas.  The promise of redemption is there.  The promise that all that is difficult will pass is there.  The promise that things will get back to the good that is the dawn of creation is there.

So many of the traditions of Christmas are meant to remind us of what Christ offers us.  Even if are we are pretending we can become the love, kindness, and generosity of Christmas.  We can be the embodiment of forgiveness and mercy. 

The older I get the more I long for the spirit of Christmas to permeate all of the year.  I yearn for the shores of home and celebrating the birth of Christ with Christ.  The dream is still alive in me.  As another year closes and I draw close to ticking off another journey around the sun I dream the dream more than I did.

Remember Dear Reader that the dreams we find are the ones we seek.  After all, “if we pretend long enough, never giving up, it just might be who we are.”


Promises to Keep - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Christmas time
On a cold December morning
All is calm, and the world is still asleep
Christmas lights that have been caught without warning
Gently glitter on
Stars to wish upon
All the world is at peace

Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving
Cloaked in time till it's just a memory
Christmas stays if we don't forget its meaning
Days go quickly by
Years they multiply
And we go searching for thee

And the dream is still alive
From that first December morning
And it always will survive
As long as we can see
That the dreams we find in life
Are the dreams we tend to seek
And Christmas has its promises to keep

Christmas time
And the moments just beginning
From last night
When we'd wished upon a star

If our kindness
This day is just pretending
If we pretend long enough
Never giving up
It just might be who we are

And so it's good that we remember
Just as soon as we've discovered
That the things we do in life
Will always end up touching others

So from a fading neon star
Somewhere shining in the night
We find a father far away
Now reflecting in its light

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The Christmas sprit should live in us all year, why is it that tissue the season to be nice should only be the last of the year. God made us and Christ is with us all the minuets long.