I realize that Christmas is two months away. Since I endeavor to live a little bit of
Christmas every day I am going to spend the next month preparing my heart for
the Advent season. The Advent of Christ
in human form is the beginning of the physical aspect of our redemption. For me, it is never too early for Christmas
and there is always time for another Christmas song.
I agree with most who think that the commercial part of the
Christmas season is mostly rubbish. I do
love giving gifts to people and the celebration of the season. I love the idea that it is a key part of a process:
our reclamation. I love thinking about
who Jesus is and what he has to offer.
So much of who I am as a Christ follower has its advent in the story of
Christmas.
It is the journey to Christ that drives me to identify with
this story so strongly. Whether shepherd
or magi I am the one who comes to the one who came to me. I must seek the truth with all my heart. I must see Jesus for who he is and not for
what I wish him to be or what I hear others say he is.
I promise not to get to entrenched in the Christmas part of
my preparation until after Thanksgiving.
I will, however, submit that there is always time for Another Christmas
Song. There is never a day when I do not
wish for peace for all the world. There
is not a day when the story of God loving me enough to give his own Son for me
does not tug at my heart.
The journey will be long but hopefully you will all enjoy
some of it. As always I value your
thoughts.
Hope everybody's
ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.
Hope everyone's
connected to that long distance phone.
Old Man, he's a
mountain.
Old Man, he's an
island.
Old Man, he's a-waking
says
"I'm going to
call, call all my children home."
Hope everybody's
dancing to their own drum this fine morning ---
the beat of distant
Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old Man, he's calling
for his supper.
He's calling for his
whisky.
Calling for his sons and
daughters, yeah ---
Calling, calling all
his children round.
Sharp ears are tuned
in to the drones and chanters warming.
Mist blowing round
some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from
somewhere ---
even if you've never
been there.
So take a minute to
remember the part of you
that might be the Old
Man calling me.
How many wars you're
fighting out there, this Winter's morning?
Maybe it's always time
for another Christmas song.
Old Man he's asleep
now.
He's got appointments
to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons
and daughters, and proving ---
proving that the blood
is strong.
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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yay! I love Christmas and look forward to your musings.
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