Two boats… left there.
Two boats… left there.
Jesus of Nazareth was not remotely predictable, and that perhaps intrigued me more than anything. While many others dismissed him or dreamed of silencing him, I dreamed of conversing with him.
Without thought, I withstood my work and approached her. She paid me less concern than the animal that had pulled her and the caravan about.
This one is for all of the singles who are looking for more than an inspirational “hang in there” while waiting for a spouse.
There will be times of sunshine and times of rain—we have days, and we have nights, and when we go through each season, we know they will faithfully return.
How can the One who created the universe be confined in flesh? thought the mother. “Jesus. His name is Jesus,” Joseph simply stated.
It had never been done before.
And who would have ever imagined a love so great?
Joy is widely associated with Christmas, particularly because it is the ultimate source of this euphoric state. Our family has fully embraced it, celebrating this most sacred and world-altering day with abundance.
Silent tears were streaming down our faces as we looked at the little baby come to save the world. So tiny. So helpless. So mighty.
Too bad, Mr. Scrooge. Your name shall go down in history replete and synonymous with evil and mean. You will always be known as the bad guy.
“Hallo!” growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice, as near as he could feign it. “What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?”
The Newborn King arrived just as prophecy did say
His mother laid the Sacred One upon the cattle’s hay
As much as Mary longed to hold her newborn Son
she placed Him in a manger as a sign for everyone
I choose a lofty perch,
Above the flow of mercy,
Far from the reach of grace.
The Phantom glided on into a street. Its finger pointed to two persons meeting. Scrooge listened again, thinking that the explanation might lie here.
To whisper that name was for Mary and Joseph an instant rescue from the perils of each day. It was a one-note lullaby singing them to sleep each night.
I allowed my fingers to trace her name. This woman was an important person in the history of our faith, and up until this morning, I had never heard of her.
They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were doubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”
For our family, the most important thing about Christmas is reflecting on God’s love and His goodness towards us as we spend time with family and friends.
“Listen to what I speak! Remember the unfailing love of the Mighty One of Israel! The Messiah will come to rescue his people!”
The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, “Let us see another Christmas!”
Our God is holy and He has called us to be holy. This inspirational poem reminds us of who He is and who we are.
Love, of course, is the answer, but, surprisingly, it is not the love of the parent, or even a human, that saves the day.
I knew going into publication there would be a price to pay for entering into consumerism. In exchange for a broad audience, I opened myself—and my creative work—to everything that came with the book publishing market.