Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
Many years ago I used to dream of a home where my Children
and Grandchildren would return year after year for Christmas. It was a home I designed and built with room
for everyone. I still have those designs
long after the dream cannot become reality.
In later years, I would imagine the space to have everyone
together no matter where we were. That
too has been fragmented by time and trials.
My choices and those of others have taken us in many directions. Were I able I would be driving to see my
Grandchildren today. That too is not
possible.
I long to keep moving toward home. I long to be driven to follow Christ more
closely. I am not depressed but I am sad
because I am not as close to Christ as I wish and because of our distance from
Christ I am distant from some that I love.
The only thing that I can fix is my closeness to Christ.
Where are you Christmas?
You are in the dreams that die helping me to follow you out of their
rubble. You are in the hope that we are
on the road and we can follow if we will to a winter with no discontent. You are my companion as I drive this broken road
and strive to find the beauty in the brokenness. You know my heart and my new dreams.
Do not worry overmuch Dear Reader. I am filled with hope even though I feel
sad. I am remaining true to my faith and
following. I treasure you and all the
thoughts you share with me. I will be
praying for you and yours as you travel for Christmas. Tell me a Christmas story to read whilst I
work and pray through the day. I sing
for you Dear Reader.
Driving Home For Christmas
- Chris Rea
I'm driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Well I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long, but I will be there
I sing this song, to pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
It's gonna take some time
But I'll get there
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights all around
But soon there'll be a three-way
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
I am driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights all around
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
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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