Reflections On The Journey
|Posted on December 24, 2022 at 11:25 AM|
Christmas Meditation – The Nativity - 12/24/2022
On Christmas eve I find it valuable to reflect. I love sitting with the lights dimmed, maybe only with Christmas tree lights aglow with the single C7 bulb in my manger scene casting a warm glow on the figures therein. It’s a lovely way to ponder the events of 2,000 years ago.
A lowly maiden with her betrothed spouse arrive in a small village where many other travelers are gathered for a census. As late arrivals, they find there are no rooms available. Yet it is urgent, a room is needed, for the woman is about to be delivered of her first-born child.
The man hunts, and finally locates a stable. Not the best room at all, but it is the Best for their needs. She is delivered. A baby boy. And the angels rejoice, as He destined to be the Deliverer of the world.
The story has been told hundreds of thousands of times, and I myself have heard it by the scores. Yet it still brings me to wonder that God had such an unusual plan for mankind. No one could have predicted this was how the Messiah would come. No one, that is, but Isaiah the prophet, who said “Therefore the Lord himself will give you this sign: the virgin shall be with child, and bear a son, and shall name him Immanuel.” (Is. 7:14)
What a precious gift. God, who loved us so much, gave us the best present - that of His Son, sent to redeem us.
Today and tomorrow, as you celebrate Christmas with your family and friends, take a little time to remember the reason for the season. My gift to you this year is one I have given to you before in this blog, but it is worth giving again. The poem titled “A Winter’s Night.”
Small specks of glistening snow
Fall silently, softly, earthward.
A hint of the setting sun lingers in the west,
Only a narrow band of light shows through.
Above hang dusky clouds
Seeming to brush the treetops.
The vastness of the universe seems somehow gone,
And peacefulness reigns.
The snow stops.
A whisper wind tugs at the clouds.
They gently part, bringing to view
The thin sliver of a fading moon.
A star, brighter than the others, pierces the darkness
Between the trees’ webs of tangled lace.
Soon the sky is filled with bright points.
The majestic aura of the heavens is unveiled.
The world is watching, waiting.
The hour of midnight silently comes.
Creation rejoices with the heavens.
The Christ Child has arrived.
Have a blessed Christmas!
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