Away in a Manger, Here at Home

 

Here comes the Son!

Merry Christmas

Not My Enemy

 

Hi, Not My Enemy. Hi, there, in your room on a quiet street where my country intersects yours. They are calling for war. You and I are calling for pizza, for groceries, for time off and a good day. You walk. I walk. Do you walk with the Lord? Here we stand under the same sky with the same hopes and dreams, the same heart. Tomorrow is another day on this blessed Earth (does it seem cursed?) and we don't know exactly what it will hold, but I know Who does. Don't be afraid.

Psalm 10:16-18

 

The LORD is king forever and ever;

the  nations perish from his land.

O LORD, you hear the desire of the afflicted;

you will  strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear

to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed,

so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.

A Question

 

Who

is

Jesus

to

you?

Snow

 

The snow came down and silenced all their sins.

In a great hush

theft,

deceit, and

those quiet untruths 

that masquerade as acceptable

were buried in it.

The godly and ungodly alike were covered. 

It was a blanket on the capital to keep it warm. 

It covered that guy and the other one. 

It covered grief and loss and tomorrow and yesterday. 

It covered your hopes and dreams. Mine too.

It covered me. It covered you. 

The snow has become the highest place to stand.

Every thing is under our feet.

Our blessings, 

the guilt of others, 

promises, 

deception, 

honesty and lies. 

What matters now that we have overcome everything we feared?

What will we do with this freedom?

"What do I do?"

 

The Great War broke out. Not another one. 

They planned for cemeteries in stadiums in the days to come, dust clouds and Hollywood movies. They would call the Saints and each of them would choose a flag to wave. It was senseless. Half the world would wake up in Hell and the other half would grieve. You don't think you'll grieve for your enemies? You will, because injustice reaches both ways and they will cry out from the ground. Even the guilty are heard by God.

"I have to protect us," the king insisted. 

If he didn't pull the trigger the enemy would and he would lose. 

"You'll lose anyway," his advisor said. "We will all lose."

"What do I do?"

"God's method of intervention is prayer, not war," the advisor quoted.

"What if God doesn't hear me?"

"He will."

So the king bowed his head, half certain the advisor would take it off. That didn't happen. Instead, the next Great War fizzled out before it began.

A Breath of Quiet

 

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