Closing of the Year – At Least I Bring You Hope

Greetings Dear Reader,

On this last day of 2015 I celebrate and anticipate.  My new book, Sheetrock On the Road is out.  My Grandsons seem to be enjoying their Christmas gifts.  I still have a few days of vacation left.  

All that has passed this year is just that.  It has passed.  Some of my losses have been small and negligible.  Others go to the center of who I am.  I lost a dear friend suddenly yesterday.  He was a good man and I will write more about him later after the dust settles. 

There have also been many blessings in the year.  I have done well at some of my goals and completed some projects that I listed last January.  I realize that in my major goal of showing the love of Christ to everyone I am improving but still have a great distance to travel. 

What I must constantly deal in is hope.  I cannot always comfort others.  I cannot always explain how life unfolds as it does for anyone including myself.  I can deal in hope.  I can assure others that I journey with them and there is a way out of the darkness. 

I must work harder to push the echoes of the Christmas bells further into the New Year.  I must count the blessings that I have.  I will seek to follow Christ more closely and hone my heart in love, mercy, kindness, and grace.  In this will I sustain my hope and share it with others.

As a final note for this year, I want you to know how much of a blessing you are Dear Reader.  I love and treasure you.  I leave you with this amazing piece of must to remind you that you matter.  If you find your hope wavering feel free to let me know.  I will try to help mend it.  Lori, please sing along with me.  The rest of you are welcome as well.

Closing of the Year – Wendy and Lisa

If I cannot bring you comfort

Then at least I bring you hope

For nothing is more precious

Than the time we have, and so

We all must learn from small misfortunes

Count the blessings that are real

Let the Bells ring out for Christmas

At the closing of the year

Let the Bells Ring out for Christmas

At the closing of the year

Up on the knees of a Sergeant Major

Ride through the woods with the wind in your hair

Silver bells on a golden reindeer

As they race to the castle over there

If I cannot bring you comfort then at least I bring you hope

Now all the winter bells are ringing

Hear them echo through the snow

And the children’s' voices singing

On the streets so far below

This is a time to be together

And the truth is somewhere here

Within our love of people

At the closing of the year

We'll walk in the sun

With all of the faith

And all of the Patience

All of the way

With all of us right

And all of us saying

"No one an island"

We'll fly in the arms of time

Walk in the waves, never fall

Don't fall.....

At the closing of the year...

At the closing of the year!

If I cannot bring you comfort, then at least I bring you hope

Then at least I bring you hope.....

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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Closing of the Year – Sometimes You Get to be Santa

Greetings Dear Reader,

As I close out my celebration of the actual Christmas season I will leave you with this story.  It is true.  It is one of my fondest Christmas memories.  Please share your thoughts with me Dear Reader…

For a few years, when I was younger, I got to be a professional Santa Clause.  I was hired by a city as their official Santa to come to parties, appear in the Thanksgiving parade, enjoy spreading cheer for children of all ages.  I also held audience for children at the city park.  I and my two hired elves would appear every evening at the city’s giant sled from six o’clock until nine o’clock to welcome children who wanted to tell Santa their Christmas wishes.

The children would line up and my elves would assist them up onto the sled.  It was a very busy time with children showing up no matter how chilly or drizzly the weather became.  Both of my elves were college girls who wanted the paycheck but did not get the importance of what we were doing.  They would do the job well but at any lull the two suggested that we stop early or take a break. 

Christmas Eve arrived, my last night at the sleigh, with the steady drizzle and the temperature hovering around forty five degrees.  My elves informed me upon arrival that they were anxious for nine o’clock to arrive so that they could go to a Christmas party a friend was hosting.  We were very busy from six until eight as children from several nearby churches convinced their parents to bring them to see Santa after Christmas Eve services.  By eight o’clock the streets were empty. 

Both girls wanted to quit early and used an invitation to their party to tempt me.  I reminded them that we had an obligation to the city and any child who showed up during the next hour.  They pouted and shivered and we waited.   They asked again after half an hour had passed if they could go, assuring me that no one was coming.  At eight-forty, just as the drizzle turned into real rain, an old station wagon pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the sleigh.

A woman and a child got out of the car and made their way toward the pavilion housing one sleigh, a vindicated Santa, and two obviously disappointed elves.  The woman and child hurried through the rain stopping just under the pavilion but outside of the circle of light cast by the lamps on the sleigh.  The mother bent over to speak to the child for a moment, all I could catch was an excited, “Yes I am sure,” from the child.

The mother made her way to the sleigh while the child waited outside of the circle of light.  Hesitantly she mounted the steps and informed Christine, the blond elf that she needed to speak to “Santa” privately.  Christine motioned her forward and I assumed my jolliest demeanor for a concerned parent.   Her concern was well founded as she faced rejection to protect her child.

“Santa,” she began, “my daughter, Amanda, insisted that we come to see you.  We live just down the street and she has been watching you for the last two weeks every evening.  I have put her off but she has become desperate and I do not want to disappoint her at Christmas.  We waited until it seemed everyone else had gone.”

I heard the concern in her voice but had not yet caught the full impact of her fear.  “Of course I wish to see your little girl.” I assured her, “Santa loves all children.”

“That is nice,” she said, almost angrily, “but you do not understand.  Early this fall there was a fire.  My daughter was badly burned on her face, chest, and arms.  It is very unpleasant to look at and her mask, to help heal the facial tissues is quite alarming.” 

She hurried on, afraid that she could not finish.  “If you do not wish to see her I will understand.  I will explain and she is quite bright so she will understand.”  Her words allowed me a way out of the unpleasantness but her heart was begging me not to reject her daughter. 

I leaned toward her from my Santa’s throne, ready to dispense Christmas kindness without hesitation.  “You send Amanda to see me.  I can handle it and she will get her wish.”

Tears came to the mother’s eyes as she turned back toward her daughter. She went back outside of the circle of lantern light and bent over to speak with the girl.  All I could make out was an insistent, “But Mom, I want to talk to him alone.”

The mother nodded.  Without the slightest pause the little girl rushed forward.  Angie, my red haired elf involuntarily gasped as Amanda approached and then turned away, more embarrassed at her response than troubled by what she saw.

Amanda climbed the stairs and rushed over to me.  Except for the bandages, scar tissue, and leather mask, she was no different from any other six year old who plopped down on my lap.  She looked up at me, wonder in her lash-less eyes, and belief in her heart.

I greeted her, “Hello Amanda.  What can Santa give you for Christmas this year?”

She looked deep into my eyes and asked for the one thing she truly wanted.  “Santa, my mom has been so sad since I got burned.  She thinks it was her fault but the doctor and the fireman both said it was not.  Please Santa, make my mom happy again.  You do not have to bring me any toys or candy.  I just want my old mom back.”

She stopped talking and waited.  She waited for what every child longs to hear when they are on Santa’s lap and really believe.  She wanted me to say “Yes.”

Not wishing to deceive her, I hedged.  “Amanda, you seem like a very good girl.  I will see what I can do.  Now, send you mom back here to talk to Santa.”

Through the burned skin around her eyes shown to bright green orbs filled with hope and determination.  I believed that Amanda would not carry many internal scars from her ordeal.  Her mom made her way hesitantly back to the sleigh.  She started to thank me and I waved her silent.  She then asked the right question, “What did Amanda say she wanted?  I hope it is something small as we have little enough after the fire.”

I smiled broadly, “I assure you that you can afford Amanda’s gift and you still have time to get it.”

For the first time I saw the hint of a smile on the face of the mother so I continued.  “Amanda wants her mother to be happy and stop thinking that the fire was her fault.   She wants you to stop blaming yourself.  If you give her that you will grant her Christmas wish.”

Tears ran down the mother’s face as I saw her resolve to abandon the guilt she felt.  She whispered a thank you and turned back to her daughter.  Just as she moved outside of the sleigh light, but before the rain drowned out their voices, I heard the mother say to Amanda, “You are right Amanda; the fire was not my fault.”

Amanda stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me.  The damp air carried her small voice back to me so clearly.  “Thank you Santa.”  It was my turn to cry as I pondered on the giving spirit of a little girl who had every reason to be unhappy.      

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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Closing of the Year – Putting Away Christmas

Greetings Dear Reader,

I will be taking down the tree and most of the decorations this week.  It always saddens me to do so.  I leave something of Christmas up throughout the year.  There is the small nativity on my desk.  The ghostly Santa face in a light keeps my writing space lit.  The Blue Nativity is in my bed room and there are always Christmas dishes in the cupboard. 

I put away the trappings for Christmas because they are not common to me.  The bringing out and decorating each year is an act of worship.  Their absence is an exercise in keeping the attitude, spirit, and joy without the devices.

My love of Christmas is seeded in the celebration of Christ.  I close the year with the acting out of that celebration but strive to live it out all year long.  I find great joy in being a source of hope and peace to others whenever I can.

I miss the bubble lights but want to always reflect the Light of the World.  I miss the special events but want celebrating Christ and his incarnation to be a daily thought.  I still play the music in my place and car when the mood strikes. 

The stores are busily moving Christmas to the clearance isle.  Joy and Peace are marked down to 50%.  Good will toward men seems tucked away until next fall.  The bells grow silent and the deep mid-winter is upon us.  Not, however, for me.  

I am really one of those who thinks “It is only 361 days until Christmas”.  I think of the celebration of the incarnation every day.  I see the year as a cycle of reminders of the story of redemption.  From December to December I attempt to find a moment each day where I can live the spirit of Christmas with my fellow humans.  I will put away the decorations but never put away Christ.  How about you Dear Reader?

In the Bleak Midwinter – Sarah McLachlan

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan

Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone

Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow

In the bleak midwinter, long ago

Angels and archangels may have gathered there

Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air

But His mother only, in her maiden bliss

Worshipped the beloved with a kiss

Oh what can I give Him, poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb

If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part

Yet what I can I give Him, give my heart

In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan

Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone

If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part

Yet what I can I give Him, give my heart

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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Closing of the Year – Remembrances and Reminders

Greetings Dear Reader,

This has been a harder year than most.  There are some that have been harder.  I do not wish to sound like I am complaining.  The blessings still outweigh the pain but in reviewing the year I must acknowledge the pain. 

After living alone for a third of the year I know that I hate it.  I make the most of it and do my best to learn from it.  I use some of the time to reach out to others in need and that provides some solace.

It is the close of the day that is hard.  It is falling asleep alone that reveals the fears I have carried since childhood.  It drives me to the Father for comfort which is good.  It reminds me that it is not good for man to be alone.

I also remember some great moments that calm me.  I have done better this year at giving from the heart to the needs of others.  I am learning to listen to needs over words and that is precious to me.  I know that I am gifted at this and want to hone it to the benefit of others….

The Father is teaching me just how deeply mercy and grace can go in the life of another.   In choosing love over restitution I find that love grows deeper.  In choosing forgiveness over compensation I find that I am richer.  In choosing faith over what I see in front of me I am learning to follow more closely.

As I assess the year I find that I have learned.  I also find that I have more to learn.  I will stay put until I do so.  I will become more like that imagery that John gives of one driven by the Spirit.  I will hold the love the Father has told me to take up without hesitation.  It is his responsibility to heal me from the cost.

I have a tag given my by my dear friend Katie.  It simply says "Journey".   It reminds me that all of this is temporary and that I am headed somewhere.  What matters is how I journey.  What counts is what I leave in my path.  My guide is Christ and I must follow always.  I must not take anything here as permanent.  I must give all that I can to enhance the journeys of others.  I carry this tag always to remind me to journey; to follow.  

I will follow in faith.  I will take the bitter with the sweet and learn from both.  I will endeavor to give more than I take.    After all as the year closes I am closer to home and want to be more prepared for the reunion. 

Joy in the Journey – Michael Card

There is a joy in the journey

There's a light we can love on the way

There is a wonder and wildness to life

And freedom for those who obey

And all those who seek it shall find it

A pardon for all who believe

Hope for the hopeless and sight for the blind

To all who've been born of the Spirit

And who share incarnation with Him

Who belong to eternity stranded in time

And weary of struggling with sin

Forget not the hope that's before you

And never stop counting the cost

Remember the hopelessness when you were lost

There is a joy in the journey

There's a light we can love on the way

There is a wonder and wildness to life

And freedom for those who obey

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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Closing of the Year – Three French Hens

Greetings Dear Reader,

On this “third day of Christmas” I find that I am reminded that the seasonal silly song once had real meaning.  There was a time in England that it was illegal to be Catholic.  The “Twelve Days of Christmas” is code for articles of faith.

Today, the third day of Christmas is “Three French Hens” or Faith, Hope, and Charity.  These are the things that hold my on course.  They are the things I hope to bring to bear on all that I do. 

I want to walk, live, and act in faith.  My faith must be living and real in all that I do and visible to others.  I do not mean that I speak about it all the time but that others know by my actions why I do what I do and that I believe.

Hope is the thing I want others to find because of my faith.  There is real hope to be had.  Even when the rain is cold and the darkness deep there is always hope.  Even when I feel it waning my faith sustains it.

It is only through charity, or love that we can do anything.  My love for others must be what people see.  My desire to live this love out with everyone I encounter must be my mission.

These three French hens are known as the theological virtues.  Imagine if focused on these three things in all our theology.  We could truly make a difference in the world.  Our message would be worth hearing.  Our example would be worth following.  We could truly extend the celebration of Christ beyond the 12 days.

1 Partridge in a Pear Tree – Jesus on the Cross

2 Turtle Doves = The Old and New Testaments

3 French Hens = Faith, Hope and Charity, the Theological Virtues

4 Calling Birds = the Four Gospels and/or the Four Evangelists

5 Golden Rings = The first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.

6 Geese A-laying = the six days of creation

7 Swans A-swimming = the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, the seven sacraments

8 Maids A-milking = the eight beatitudes

9 Ladies Dancing = the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit

10 Lords A-leaping = the Ten Commandments

11 Pipers Piping = the eleven faithful apostles

12 Drummers Drumming = the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed

Twelve Days of Christmas – Traditional

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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Closing of the Year – Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

I love having this time between Christmas and New Year’s Eve to assess the closing year and make some plans for the coming one.  I do not make resolutions but I plan my writing, assess areas where I need to grow and develop, and get started on the Christmas that is still a year away.

I try to always take vacation time during this week.  I spend it with friends where possible, writing, and planning.   I look for ways to be kinder and more loving in my actions. Consideration is given to how I may be more appreciative of what I have and what I need to diminish in my life.

I ponder the needs of those with whom I interact in social and business circles.  I begin on Boxing Day by pondering the clerks and servers who attend me in various venues.  I look for new ways to show them appreciation, support, and respect.  I do not relate this for my own benefit but in hopes that you will be encouraged to do the same Dear Reader.

This day is a day to remember those who serve.  It is a day to think about the Feast of Stephen and to be good to those who use their lives to enrich ours.  The servers and clerks of the world often work when we revel.  They miss holidays with their families so that we can enjoy them with ours.  I use this day to remember how much they deserve our gratitude (and gratuity) and respect. 

One of the ways I work at following Christ more closely is in regards to those who serve the public.  Whether this is a vocation for life or the place of sojourning on the way to another life it is hard work with more complaint than gratitude.  I will purpose to show gratitude for this.  I want them to remember being valued and appreciated.  I want the day to be a little lighter for having served me.  It takes intention.  It is worth the effort.

Good King Wenceslas – Kemper Crabb

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me

If thou know'st it, telling

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good league hence

Underneath the mountain

Right against the forest fence

By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine

Bring me pine logs hither

Thou and I will see him dine

When we bear him thither."

Page and monarch forth they went

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now

And the wind blows stronger

Fails my heart, I know not how,

I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps, my good page

Tread thou in them boldly

Thou shalt find the winter's rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod

Where the snow lay dinted

Heat was in the very sod

Which the Saint had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be sure

Wealth or rank possessing

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing

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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Meditations In the Christmas Story – Another Christmas Song – Closing Thoughts

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

I was so filled with joy to see the awe in my Grandsons last night.   We had a good meal and good times.  This morning will be quiet and reflective.  Maxim and the boys are headed south to visit family.  Christmas and I will Christmas here and get the rest she needs and that I crave for a day. 

My thoughts are on Jesus more than presents.  I am thankful for those moments where his presence is obvious in my life.  I celebrate the times when I had to screw my faith to the sticking place.  Most of those times have been to act rather than believe. 

I have had a hard year which we will discuss later in the week.   Today, however, I am in mind of all the many blessings I have.  I have some new friends.  I have reconnected with some old ones.  I have so many things for which to be very thankful.

Today I am thankful for the Son.  He is so many things to me and the world needs those things so deeply.  The understanding of love, grace, and redemption are what drives me.  I must find ways to celebrate this birth daily by being good to others.  I must celebrate it daily by being an example of that love and grace. 

In the words of a reclaimed Ebenezer Scrooge, “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!”

My hope will always be the same.  I want to celebrate the birth with the Son.  I want us to gather and show our gratitude for his coming to be with us.  I want to honor his incarnation by looking into his eyes and offering my thanks.  Until then I wish to live every moment in that gratitude. 

Dear Reader long after the decorations are put away and the gifts are put to use or aside, I will be here.  I will still have a small Nativity on my desk.  I will still have a small Christmas tree on the shelf.  I will have the visage of Saint Nicholas there too.  I will be planning how will show the joy of Christmas in spring and summer.  I will be there to lovingly remind you that there is always time for another Christmas song. 

Another Christmas Song – Ian Anderson

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 Christmas 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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Meditations In the Christmas Story -

Meditations In the Christmas Story – Still Later - Simeon

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

When the devout observant Jewish family journeys to Jerusalem to dedicate their firstborn Son to God they are doing what every Jewish family is supposed to do with their firstborn.  Then they encounter Simeon.

He holds the boy and prays a blessing over him.  He reminds the family that they are holding God in their arms.  They remind the family of his destiny.  Simeon has waited and believed that the redeemer would come. 

Job said it in our earliest writings of the Old Testament.   The prophets foretold it.  Simeon sees it. 

We still wait.  The Messiah came and departed for a time.  I need to be like Simeon believing and looking. Anticipating and waiting with love and obedience.  As I settle down for my Christmas Eve meditations and ponderings before sleep claims me I want to assure that my heart is focused on Christ.

I have my cup and bowl.  I have my tree and decorations.  I am full from a rich Christmas Eve feast of goose and trimmings.   I am going to stare at the bubble lights and ponder all that Christ is and will be.   I will further my thinking on the next Advent when the King returns to make all things good.  Now that I have held him in my arms things are different eternally.  Merry Christmas, Dear Reader.  I love you more that you can possibly know.

Now that I’ve Held Him In My Arms – Michael Card

That old man in the temple

Waiting in the court

Waiting for the answer to a promise

And all at once he sees them

In the morning sunshine

A couple come and carry in a baby

Now that I've held Him in my arms

My life can now come to an end

Let Your servant now depart in peace

Cause I've seen Your salvation

He's the Light of the Gentiles

And the glory of His people Israel

Marry and the baby come

And in her hand five shekels

The price to redeem her baby boy

The baby softly cooing

Nestled in her arms

Simeon takes the boy and starts to sing

Now that I've held Him in my arms

My life can now come to an end

Let Your servant now depart in peace

Cause I've seen Your salvation

He's the Light of the Gentiles

And the glory of His people Israel

Now's the time to take Him in your arms

Your life will never come to an end

He's the only way that you'll find peace

He'll give you salvation cause

He's the Light of the Gentiles

And the glory of His people Israel

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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Come on Ring Those Bells – Sleigh Ride

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

I have been on a real sleigh ride.  One should have it on one’s “bucket list”.   It was fun but not romantic in any way.  It was a long ride in falling snow to a destination.   The conversation and hot chocolate (with brandy) were memorable. 

During the time of the ride we crossed a field of untouched snow.  The beauty of this vast area covered in the untouched white left me speechless.  The only path through the drifts was the snow covered road we were on.

Pulling the sleigh was one of the largest Percherons I have ever seen.  He pulled the sleigh with ease and great puffs of frosty breath issued from his nostrils like a living steam train. The horse did know the way and the driver held the reins only as a precaution.  The rhythm of the bells as we road was hypnotic.  My mind pondered how amazing the Father is to provide so much grandeur in the world.

This is my first Christmas without snow in many years.  I am reminded how much I love it.  I am also reminded not to complain.   Since I believe that God never gets the weather wrong I am determined not to second guess his choice for us this year.  Perhaps it will make me more thankful when the snow returns. 

For now I will remember that sleigh ride on that winter’s eve some years ago.  I will remember that people and joy and beauty.  After all one of the multitude of things I  have to be grateful for is the pleasant memories of the Father’s past provisions.

Sleigh Ride – Amy Grant

Just hear those sleigh bells jing-a-ling

Ring ting ting-a-ting too

C'mon it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

Outside the snow is falling

And friends are calling you hoo

C'mon it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together

Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up let's go

Let's look at the show

We're riding in a wonderland of snow

Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up it's grand

Just holding your hand

We're riding along with a song

Of a wintery fairyland

Our cheeks are nice and rosy

And comfy cozy are we

We snuggle close together

Like two birds of a feather would be

Let's take that road before us

And sing a [Chorus] or two

C'mon it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

There's a birthday party

At the home of Farmer Grey

It'll be the perfect ending

Of a perfect day

We'll be singing the songs we love to sing

Without a single stop

At the fireplace where

We'll watch the chestnuts pop

Pop pop pop

There's a happy feeling

Nothing in this world can buy

When they pass around

The coffee and the pumpkin pie

It'll nearly be like

A picture print by Currier & lives

These wonderful things

Are the things

We remember all through our lives

These wonderful things

Are the things

We remember all through our lives

Sleigh bells jing-a-ling

Ring ting ting-a-ting too

C'mon it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

Outside the snow is falling

And friends are calling you hoo

C'mon it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together

Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up let's go

Let's look at the show

We're riding in a wonderland of snow

Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up it's grand

Just holding your hand

We're riding along with a song

Of a wintery fairyland

Nice and rosy

And comfy cozy are we

We snuggle close together

Like two birds of a feather would be

Let's take that road before us

And sing a [Chorus] or two

C'mon it's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

It's lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

Lovely weather

For a sleigh ride together with you

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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Meditations In the Christmas Story - Amazed at Amazement – Tempus extasi

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

“Everyone who heard the shepherds' story was amazed.”

The word amazed here is not surprise.  It is marvel and wonder.  It is acceptance and awe.  We need to remember that this is a nation bread and fed on the notion of a coming Messiah. 

I love the awe and wonder of children.  I love the fact that they embrace Christmas without hesitation.  The conversations with my Grandsons have been such a blessing this year.  They are at the magical age. 

We need to remember that an oppressed people yearning for their King to come are who the shepherds tell the story.   We need to recall that this is the fullness of time.  This event; the Advent makes everything else possible.  The fulfillment of the promises to Abraham, Jacob, Job, David, and so many others can happen because God has stepped into the world to be with us.

Look at the wonder of children and remember that we too need to wonder at what God has done for us.  We need to keep hold of the awe amidst the tinsel and trappings.  On that night, in that place the glass began to turn.  The sands could begin to flow back to good.  It would take three decades for it to be “finished”.  In this moment, however, we rejoice in awe and wonder.  We are amazed that the Father chooses to be with us through his Son. 

It is in this that the grains for time find their amazing fullness.  Take a moment to be in awe with me at the grandeur of the King.  See with me.  Be childlike just for a moment Dear Reader and revel in the awe filled love of God.  Tempus extasi. 

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear – Julie Andrews

It came upon the midnight clear,

that glorious song of old,

from angels bending near the earth

to touch their harps of gold:

"Peace on the earth, good will to men,

From heaven's all-gracious King."

The world in solemn stillness lay,

To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats

O’er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lowly plains,

They bend on hovering wing,

And ever o'er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load,

Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow,

Look now! For glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing.

O rest beside the weary road,

And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophet seen of old,

When with the ever-circling years

Shall come the time foretold

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing.

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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Meditations In the Christmas Story – A Little Later

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

They come seeking “He who is born King of the Jews”.   They come with gifts for that King.  We do not know how many there were.  We do know that it was significant enough to them that they journeyed in response to a star in the sky. 

This event comes some time after the birth.  It is important because of the acknowledgment by outside authority of who Jesus is.  It is important because the horror that follows must never be forgotten.

The Christmas story is filled with marvel and tragedy.  I must always embrace both.  I must always see that the joy of this week will be followed by tragic responses.  That is as it should be though.  We cannot sustain joy in reality until he who is “Born King of the Jews”: brings all things under his authority. 

I will grasp it whilst I can.  I will share the song with you about the Magi who were not kings but came to worship the King of Kings.  There is some awesome theology in this song.  Enjoy Dear Reader.  

 We Three Kings – Claymation Christmas

We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar.

Field and fountain, moor and mountain,

Following yonder star.

O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,

Gold I bring to crown Him again,

King forever, ceasing never

Over us all to reign.

O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Frankincense to offer have I.

Incense owns a Deity nigh.

Prayer and praising all men raising,

Worship Him, God on high.

O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Myrrh is mine: it's bitter perfume

Breaths a life of gathering gloom.

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,

Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Glorious now behold Him arise,

King and God and Sacrifice.

Alleluia, alleluia!

Sounds through the earth and skies.

O star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Westward leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect 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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Come on Ring Those Bells – Carol of the Bells

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

I was in the mall a couple of days ago.  This is a rare occurrence for me.  I could hear the Salvation Army bells above the din of crowds and bustle.  I also love how the Christmas bells of London are so significant in the video versions of A Christmas Carol. 

It is fitting that Christmas bells get the attention they call for relative to Christ.  Even though the song Carol of the Bells does not mention the birth of Christ it fits the celebration of it.  I find it aids in unfettering my joy.

Sometimes Dear Reader that is what we need.  We must at times let our joy run free.  People may think us mad or inappropriate but there are times when holding back is the wrong thing.  I find deep joy in the birth of Christ.

 There are a couple of good versions of this song out there.  I like the funny one from A Claymation Christmas.   I also enjoy Barlow Girl’s version greatly.  This helps unleash my joy in a way that moves me forward with mirth and hope.

There are things that clamor for my energy and optimism during this time of year.  I dispense them with a focus on the music and its impact on my spirit.  Enjoy these renditions of a great song.  Perhaps it can enhance your joy as well.

Carol of the Bells – Pentatonix

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells

All seem to say: “throw cares away

Christmas is here bringing good cheer

To young and old, meek and the bold"

Ding, ding, ding, dong, that is their song

With joyful ring all caroling

One seems to hear words of good cheer

From everywhere filling the air

Oh, how they pound, raising the sound

O'er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring while people sing

Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas

On, on they send, on without end

Their joyful tone to every home

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Oh, how they pound, raising the sound

O'er hill and dale, telling their tale

Ding, dong, joy to every home

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Ding, ding, ding, dong

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells

All seem to say, throw cares away

Christmas is here bringing good cheer

To young and old, meek and the bold

Ding, ding, ding, dong, that is their song

With joyful ring all caroling

One seems to hear words of good cheer

From everywhere filling the air

Oh, how they pound, raising the sound

O'er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring while people sing

Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

On, on they send, on without end

Their joyful tone to every home

Ding, dong, ding, dong

Joy to every home

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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Come on Ring Those Bells – Silver Bells

Greetings Dear Reader,

I love the song Silver Bells.  Every time I hear it I sing along.  My favorite rendition is an older one but each year I look for a new version of it. This song reminds me of those in need.  It reminds me that I need to listen for the distant ringing of the bells.

Every year my family volunteers to ring bells for the Salvation Army.   That link will take you to their web page.  It is still not to find a kettle shift in your area.  It is in this that there is much good.  My family sings, we have fun, and we go out for breakfast after an early shift.

Everything about this is beautiful.  The organization really uses the funds collected to help others.  They have one of the lowest overheads of any charitable organization.  It is time work the effort and with benefit.  It is easy and enjoyable.

Also there is the aspect of watching how people respond.  There are those who are thrilled and thankful to see bell ringers.  Some parents and grandparents use the opportunity to teach wee ones about giving.   There are those who avoid the kettle.

One of the things that happened this past weekend was a family that was headed toward our door had several reactions.  The three elementary aged boys were visibly excited to see and hear my family.  The dad waved and began digging in his pockets.  The mum dragged them all to another store entrance.

There are also those who avoid the gaze of the bell ringers.   Please know that whether you give anything or not we are happy to see you.   We care as much about spreading a little cheer as we do about the money.  We want to lighten your day and give you a moment of calm in the chaos.

I hope that when you hear the bells or the song you are reminded that there are those in need.   I hope you drop a little change in the bucket.  One of my Christmas promises is to do so every time I pass one.  Even if you do not, greet the bell ringers and give them some encouragement. 

For now, enjoy the song you hear every year and remember that those bells in the song are the Salvation Army bells.  They remind us how blessed we are and that we have an opportunity to share our blessings with others.

Silver Bells – She and Him

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks.

Dressed in holiday style

In the air there's a feeling of Christmas

(Children laughing,

People passing,

Meeting smile after smile)

And on every street corner you'll hear

Silver bells, (Silver bells) Silver bells, (silver bells)

It's Christmas time in the city

Ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling),

Hear them ring (hear them ring)

Soon it will be Christmas day.

(Strings of streetlights

Even stop lights

Blink a bright red and green

As the shoppers rush

Home with their treasures

Hear the snow crunch

See the kids rush

This is Santa's big day

And above all this bustle you'll hear

Silver bells) the corner Santa Claus,

(Silver bells), it's busy now because

It's Christmas time in the city

Ring-a-ling, (it fills the winter air)

Hear them ring (you'll hear it everywhere)

Soon it will be 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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Meditations In the Christmas Story – Spreading the Good Tidings - Tempus enim bona nuntians

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

“When they saw the child, they repeated what they had been told about him.”

These shepherds needed to tell everyone.  They had found the hope for which they longed through all the years.  The Messiah is in a cattle shed in Bethlehem.  The angels have shown up to tell us.  The Father so many promises to keep and the channel through which he will do so is among us. 

They made it known.  They spread the good tidings that redemption's plan was in full force.  They told the amazing story.  They told about the wonder and awe.  They told about the angel.  They explained that the baby in the manger is also the promised Saviour; the Messiah.

They watched as we watch.  They waited as we wait.  A child is born.  A Son is given.  A redeemer comes.  The Wonderful Counselor, the Prince of Peace, the Mighty God comes to them for us.  The Shepherds spread the Gospel.  We celebrate the event.  We celebrate the child.

Come on Ring Those Bells – Evie Tornquist

Everybody likes to take a holiday

Everybody likes to take a rest

Spending time together with the family

Sharing lots of love and happiness.

Come on, ring those bells,

Light the Christmas tree,

Jesus is the king

Born for you and me.

Come on, ring those bells,

Every-body say,

Jesus, we remember

This your birthday.

Celebrations come because of something good.

Celebrations we love to recall

Mary had a baby boy in Bethlehem

The greatest celebration of all.

Come on, ring those bells,

Light the Christmas tree,

Jesus is the King

Born for you and me.

Come on, ring those bells,

Every-body say,

Jesus, we remember

This your birthday

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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The Crimson Thread of Christmas – Closing Thoughts – The Return of the King

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

The silence descends after Malachi.  Four centuries pass through the pinch in the glass.  Generations come and go and the world changes.  Then the child is born and the Son is given.  The tapestry of the Old Testament is complete.  A new one begins in Nazareth and Bethlehem. 

The glass will pause for three decades.  The King will walk among us unseen by so many.  He will have real birthdays.  He will give us all of his human self.  He will feed, heal, love, die, rise, and ascend.

He will promise to be the eternal Immanuel.  He will promise a comforter and guide in the Holy Spirit.  He will leave.  He will leave with the promise to return.  It is reasonable that this thread woven through the millennia now weaves through us.   It is our part in the tapestry to live the example of our incarnate God.

The joy I find at Christmas is rooted in the God/man baby.  It is in following him that I find my heart to love, give, and help.  It is in this season of celebration that I find courage to carry on when I am lonely and discourage.  Each evening from December to December as I drift off to sleep I ponder the Father offering his Son for my reclamation.  How can I not love this above all things and be faithful to the Son’s requests.

For a space he walks among us offering to bring all things back to good.  He has asked me to do the same.  He says he will return.  We have forgotten this in so many ways.   Once again he will come in his own way and not in the way we demand.  How can I not honor the sacrifice with obedience?   The thread is so obvious.  The tapestry becomes so clear when I look at it honestly.  He aid I would find him when I seek him with all my heart.  In light of the images, actions, and sacrifice how can I possibly refuse to believe, obey, and follow?

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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Meditations In the Christmas Story – See Jesus

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

“They went quickly and found Mary and Joseph with the baby, who was lying in a manger.”

The shepherds see Jesus. They find him just where they were told.  They see the child wrapped in swaddling clothes in a manger.   They see Jesus.  Later Simeon and Anna will see Jesus.

Of late too many do not seek or see Jesus.  They let the failures of his followers and the confusion in the world cloud the seeking and the sight.  We must really seek and see Jesus.  We must see more than the baby in the manger.  We must see more than the trim and trappings.

The little plastic baby in the manger in the stable under tree is there to remind me that God is with us.  He is always with us.  I must choose to see him.  It is faith not evidence that helps us see.  It is believing that is seeing.

It is the child that becomes the man that is the God that offers eternal peace to us all.  It does, however, require that we see Jesus first.  Really see Jesus and take the risk of believing.

Come Ye Sinners – Fernando Ortega

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and pow’r.

I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in His arms;

In the arms of my dear Savior,

Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,

God’s free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance,

Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Lost and ruined by the fall;

If you tarry till you’re better,

You will never come at all.

I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in His arms;

In the arms of my dear Savior,

Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

View Him prostrate in the garden;

On the ground your Maker lies;

On the bloody tree behold Him;

Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’ incarnate God ascended,

Pleads the merit of His blood:

Venture on Him, venture wholly,

Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,

Not of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness He requireth

Is to feel your need of Him.

I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in His arms;

In the arms of my dear Savior,

Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

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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