21 December 2016

The Road to Bethlehem – This Christmas Day

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

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

Christmas Homecoming -
Norman Rockwell
As we grow closer to Christmas the reunions begin.  Students return from college to parents experiencing a new kind of absence.  Some soldier get to come home to a mother or spouse’s grateful smile.  Reunions will happen.

The third song of our suite is the father knowing his prayer will be answered.  His daughter is coming home.   He asks the question we all ask eventually.   Are we wise to believe in things we never see?  

We forget that believing is seeing.  We forget that nothing exits for us without faith.  Some you see are parted and feel there will never be that homecoming.   Some have died.  Some have been abandoned by lovers they still love.   Not everyone gets his or her homecoming. 

I need to be sure that I acknowledge both the homecomings and the absences.  I need to be praying for those with an empty chair and an empty heart.   I need to celebrate those I see whom I do not often get to see.   I need to cherish the moments with those I love.  Most of all Dear Reader, I need to realize that Christmas stays close to us no matter how far we grow from it.  It is there just waiting for us to remember to believe.

This Christmas Day – Trans Siberian Orchestra

So, tell me Christmas
Are we wise
To believe in things we never see
Are prayers just wishes in disguise
And are these wishes being granted me
For now I see
The answering
To every prayer I've prayed
She's coming home this Christmas Day

So tell me Christmas
Are we kind
More this day than any other day
Or is it only in our mind
And must it leave when you have gone away

It's different now
It's changed somehow
And now you're here to stay
She's coming home this Christmas Day

And all at once the world
It doesn't seem the same
And in a single night
You know it all has changed
And everything is now as it should be

I have the ornament
I have the perfect tree
I have a string of lights
I have a chance to see
Everything that my heart thought could be

For of all the dreams
You were the first I knew
And every other one
Was a charade of You
You stayed close when I was far away

In the darkest night
You always were the star
That always took us in
No matter who we are
And so she's coming home this
Christmas Day

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...

I know this song, and I'm glad you used it to convey the deeper message in the song to the faith we all just try to rely on, waiting to see things in order to believe them. -it's the belief in that's unseen that grows the strongest faith.