Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
As I sit here in my writing room anticipation has me
giddy. I know that I have completed most
of the tasks on my list. I have been
able to give significantly to the needs of others. It has been a privilege to help some friends
in genuine Christmas need. A sea of
gifts awaits around my gift tree so that I may bless my children and
grandchildren.
I have found great joy in preparing for the day we celebrate
the birth of Jesus. I have moved among
my fellow travelers the entire year attempting to live the spirit of this
reality. God comes to us. He chooses to
be with us. He wishes to reconcile with
us.
Even though we are the ones on the journey to God it is he
that travels to us in every moment. It
is he that makes a way by being the propitiation for our sin. He builds the bridge to us so that we can
travel to him.
Everything I wish to do at Christmas I hope to root in this
hope. As I turn toward the actual day I
pray that my family sees God’s love for them in my gifts and preparations. I hope that the things I dwell on are only
connected to Christ and his love for us.
The ebb and flow of the seasons always draw me to this time
of year. I think of Christmas Day almost
every day. I dwell on the incarnation
and advent. I savor that because of this
day God is with us always.
A Hallelujah Christmas
- Cloverton
I've heard about this baby boy
Who's come to earth to bring us joy
And I just want to sing this song to you
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
With every breath I'm singing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
A couple came to Bethlehem
Expecting child, they searched the inn
To find a place for You were coming soon
There was no room for them to stay
So in a manger filled with hay
God's only Son was born, oh Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The shepherds left their flocks by night
To see this baby wrapped in light
A host of angels led them all to You
It was just as the angels said
You'll find Him in a manger bed
Immanuel and Savior, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
A star shown bright up in the east
To Bethlehem, the wise men three
Came many miles and journeyed long for You
And to the place at which You were
Their frankincense and gold and myrrh
They gave to You and cried out Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I know You came to rescue me
This baby boy would grow to be
A man and one day die for me and you
My sins would drive the nails in You
That rugged cross was my cross, too
Still every breath You drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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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