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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