24 December 2018
Where Are You Christmas ~ Little Town
Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
The time with my Son Bezel yesterday was great. I am so very proud of the man he is. Part of our journey yesterday involved being at a mall. This is my first such experience since coming back to the South. I was unprepared for the vast crowd at a massive shopping mall two days before Christmas.
It struck me deeply how filled with tension the air was. The contrast to the quiet I have been living felt like waves crashing against me over and over. The impact was just how much everyone needs the truth of what Christmas is. I have been asking where it is all month. This has kept me from being drowned by the sorrow of things I treasure but do not have. It has kept me focused on becoming stronger in faith and in following more closely the one who really matters.
My situation is evolving and not as dire as it was even a month ago. Even so, parts of my heart still long for there to be peace in my family and in the world. I suppose the difference is that the pain and longing are cloaked in hope instead of despair as they were in August.
Where are you Christmas? You are in a memory recorded by Luke the Physician. It is a memory of a small town and a long journey. In just a few hours it will be Christmas morning on the far side of the world. I am praying for those I love to have deep Christmas sleep tonight. I am hoping for Christmas dreams for them. I am focused on Christ showing himself to them in a beautiful new light that draws them further on their journey toward him.
If I place my hope in anything but this birth and the things that follow then my fears get great purchase and overtake my heart. Dear Reader I am going to have a quiet Christmas and I will keep you in my prayers as I do so. I would love to hear how you made merry and what blessings came your way.
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And, gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heav'n.
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy child of Bethlehem
Descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born in us today.
The Morning Stars together
The great glad tidings tell
Oh, come to us abide with us
Our Lord Immanuel
Wishing you joy in the journey,
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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