Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
What did you write down yesterday? I hope you have begun to hold him as your
own. If you have there is an inherent
promise that you also hold in your hands.
That is the promise that he will hold you in the end.
We get excited about signs and portents like plagues and planetary
conjunctions when what we can see daily is that Jesus promised to hold us at
the end of things. Whether that is my reaching
the clearing at the end of the journey or Jesus coming back to collect me, I
long for it. I know that this journey is
one to a place that is better, richer, and more than I can ponder.
This is why I carry Christmas in my heart all year long. I do not spend a single day without pondering
the promise of that great and immanent celebration of Christ (that is what
Christ-mass means). It is not the
momentary instances of joy and excitement.
I do treasure that. It is the
long view that enchants me. It is the
time when Christmas keeps the promise that it makes from December to
December.
I embrace that promise in the Dog Days of Summer. I try to live that promise in the green of Spring
and the fire of Autumn. I am writing
down that I believe that Jesus will hold me in the end. He will hold all who will allow it and that
is a beautiful thing. He will flood the
world with his love for us.
As we turn to Christmas Eve, I long for you to have the gift
that matters most. I deeply desire for
you to embrace Jesus and embark on this journey of faith and following. I love you, Dear Reader. Please share with me the thoughts you write
down. If you have questions, you can
send those as well. We are on the verge
of Christmas and it has promises to keep.
Promises
to Keep - Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Christmas time
On a cold December morning
All is calm
And the world is still asleep
Christmas lights
That have been caught without warning
Gently glitter on
Stars to wish upon
All the world is at peace
Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving
Cloaked in time till it's just a memory
Christmas stays if we don't forget its meaning
Days go quickly by
Years they multiply
And we go searching for thee
And the dream is still alive
From that first December morning
And it always will survive
As long as we can see
That the dreams we find in life
Are the dreams we tend to seek
And Christmas has its promises to keep
Christmas time
And the moments just beginning
From last night
When we'd wished upon a star
If our kindness
This day is just pretending
If we pretend long enough
Never giving up
It just might be who we are
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 homeowner. He liberally
hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Every human story is part of the great story that leads
to the Father getting everything back to Good.
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