The Crimson Thread of Christmas – Psalms

Greetings Dear Reader,

The Psalms are one of the parts of the tapestry where the crimson thread is foremost.  It is woven in the many poetic images.  The writers of the Psalms write during both bounteous and lean times.  They all tell the same tale with differing emotions. 

The Messiah is seen both God and man. He is the suffering servant and the coming King.  The Psalms touch on his work as God among men.  They speak of his suffering, death, and resurrection.

The contemporaries of Jesus were looking for King to conquer their enemies.  They missed that there might be a humble aspect to the Father’s plans.  The servant comes to live as the perfect Jew under the law and fulfill its intent. 

The beauty and raw honesty of the Psalms reminds us that our feelings can be engaged in our interaction with Christ.  During the time in which I live I find that I share the frustration of the writers.  I grow weary of God’s waiting to make all things good again but also understand that I do not understand everything.

I rejoice in the beauty of who God is and all that he has made but see the flaws in the world that deeply need healing.  I see the wonder that God see in us as expressed here but I also see our failures and wickedness in not honoring the Father as the Father.

I seek the blessing and try to live in a way that avoids the failures.  I fail, but like the writers rejoice that God is merciful to a heart that seeks his.

The Poem of your Life – Michael Card

Life is a song we must sing with our days,

A poem with meaning more than words can say

A painting with colors no rainbow can tell,

A lyric that rhymes either heaven or hell

We are living letters that doubt desecrates,

We're the notes of the song of the chorus of faith

God shapes every second of our little lives,

And minds every minute as the universe waits by

The pain and the longing, the joy and the moments of light

Are the rhythm and rhyme, the free verse of the poem of life

So look in the mirror and pray for the grace,

To tear off the mask, see the art of your face

Open your ear lids to hear the sweet song,

Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong

Your time in the ball of the dance of your days,

Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze

With all that is holy, With the joy and the strife

With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life

With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life

The pain and the longing, the joy and the moments of light

Are the rhythm and rhyme, the free verse of the poem of life

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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