12 December 2018

Where Are You Christmas ~ Ornaments


Happy Christmas Dear Reader,

Of the hundreds of Christmas ornaments I had, I have one.  It hangs on the humble desk lamp I use for writing.  It reminds me daily of my heart regarding Christmas.  The next statement is one that may sound incongruous but it will make sense. 

I have three children that are far away.  I love them all and they have been the jewels of Christmas to me always.  I have a letter written to by my eldest thanking me for always carrying the spirit of Christmas in a way that reminds everyone.  I have beautiful memories of moments where my children and I shared harmony at Christmas that was focused on Jesus.  But as humans do, “we never failed to fail.” 

As I search for Christmas this year their absence drives me to see just how much they mean to me connected to this Holy Day.  Daily their absence reminds me that none of the celebration really matters if there is not unity in Christ.  So, I pray.  I seek Christ more deeply and ask him to draw us all closer to him. 

I have asked for years that Christ do whatever is needed to them to draw them to him.  Almost two years ago now, I began asking him to do anything he needs to me to draw them closer to him.  As I said once before, this is a very dangerous prayer.  In my search for Christmas this year I turn to a suite of songs that tell the story that is in my heart.

The first is about a father whose daughter is far away.  When I listen to this song, I feel the distance both physical and spiritual of all my Children.  The tears are real but so is the hope.  I wonder if children felt the tears that parents weep over them, would it make a difference?

Where are you Christmas?  You are in the hope that is at the heart of prayers for ornaments lost inside the night.  You are in the heart of fathers that seek the Father to rescue their lost children.  Share with me your lost ornaments Dear Reader.  I care about the tears you shed over them.  Remember that the Father send his Son to reclaim our children.

Then he reached for the song
And he held it in his hand
(It was something that he did
Because you see, angels can)

And he wondered to himself
"Is this the answer that I sought?"
But something was still missing
Or at least, so he still thought

And so he journeyed on
Through the midnight winter air
When all at once our angel
Felt the touch of a man's prayer

And looking once more to the Earth
To determine whence it came
He felt a million souls below
But one was not the same

For there he saw a man alone
Though he was walking in a crowd
And though this man had rarely prayed
Tonight his head was bowed

For even in a crowd, you see
A heart can feel alone
When the night is Christmas Eve
A child is not at home

So from a father to the Lord
A prayer did swiftly race
But the angel saw it first
And he listened to its case

Ornament – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

There is an ornament
Lost inside the night
There on a Christmas tree
With a thousand lights
No one can see her
She's standing all alone

Somewhere she glistens where no one can see
I don't believe I can say what had happened
All of those words that we put into play
No longer matter, I should have known that then
I just know you're far away

On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas

Somewhere the wind
Carves moments in the snow
And if he sees her
He never lets it show
He just drifts behind her
Erasing every step

Tinsel and garland are whispered through trees
I don't believe I can say what had happened
All of those words that we put into play
No longer matter, I should have known that then
I just know you're far away

On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas

Come Christmas, stay Christmas
Watch over her this day
Keep her, protect her
From harm now in every way
Shelter her gently
There in your arms she'll be
Until the day
When you bring her back home to me

There is an ornament lost inside the night

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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