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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