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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

All About Christmas-A King Is Born

I'm late blogging for Christmas.  I was just too busy.  I am so glad Jesus came just in time for Christmas.  He is never late and He is never too busy for me.  What a wonderful gift!

A King Is Born

The baby lay quiet and still,
Wrapped in simple rags to protect Him from the chill.
He silently let out a baby’s coo
As the Mother tenderly uncovered Him to view.
There was great joy upon her face,
Even if she had to deliver in such a place.
The dark of night was lite with light-
A star shining bright.
It scattered its light into the stable door,
Sending rays toward the manager and across the floor.
The baby wrapped its tiny finger
Around His mother’s.
She let her eyes protectively linger.
In that brief moment, time stood still,
And gone was the chill. 
She watched with love as joy filled her heart.
Here was a child that could give everyone a fresh new start.
It didn’t seem right!
This stable-the only thing left for the night;
A wooden trough – the only place for Him to rest;
- not a bed and not the very best.
It was smelly and dusty-
In a stable, cold and musky. 
It was the only thing around, 
And Mary frowned as she laid Him down. 
He was a King - Christ the Lord!
Her first-born whom she adored.
The angels declared it in song.
He was a Savior come to right the wrong!
The mother let her hand glide over His face
As she slowly released her embrace.
There was great joy
Over the birth of this infant boy.
She watched as He lay sound asleep,
Resting among the animals and the sheep.
A King lying in a heap of dusty hay?
Not a picture she wanted to portray.
Yet, not an animal stirred or moved around;
None made a disturbing sound. 
Glory shone round about.
The angels proclaimed it with a shout,
"A King is born!”
                              Mary Crisp Jameson

Sunday, December 18, 2011

It's Christmas Time

As I sit beneath the shady pine, my thoughts shout, “It’s Christmas time,” and I am overwhelmed by what Jesus did for me.   

It’s Christmas Time!

There’s wonder so sublime.
My thoughts shout out, “It’s Christmas time!”
A time when a great miracle occurred,
A time when hearts are stirred.

There’s the smell of cinnamon and spice
And everyone makes merry and nice.
There’s the smell of fresh cut cedar and fir
As we remember the gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

The trees are all lite and glowing bright.
They’re covered with tinsel.  And what a sight!
Just a reminder of that northern star
Which brought the shepherds from afar,
 Guiding the wise men to where Jesus lay
Amidst the stable hay. 

What a star that must have been-
For around the world it could be seen.
Oh! That we would still rejoice so,
Like the shepherds who followed that starry glow. 

A Savior was born so long ago!
A King that all should want to know.

It’s the Christmas season.
Jesus was born for a reason.
He had only a stable to lay His head-
Not a warm or comfortable bed.
He came to die for all-
A King born in a barnyard stall.   

There is wonder in the air –
It’s a time to praise and to share.
The air is filled with a magic all its own
Because of a baby born in a stable instead of a throne.  
There was glad tidings to share
A Saviour was born, the angels did declare.  

There is joyful music and silver bells that chime-
It’s Christmas time!
                                  Mary Crisp Jameson


Sunday, December 4, 2011

Creation

     As I was completing a sewing project for a Christmas gift, I thought, with pride, “This is great; it came out better than expected.”  I started the project with no pattern and only a visual aid which I enhanced and added to as the ideas came.  This was to be a work of love and one of artistic ability.  As the project came together, I had to rip out a few seams and start again because I was figuring out the pattern as I went.  All the time I realized that the bear rag quilt would, in time, get dirty and probably have a button or two pulled off which would need to be replaced.  However, I knew the Mom would gladly wash the quilt, as needed, and repair any damage that might occur before, lovingly, returning it to the child.  After finishing the project, I was also ready to take a long-needed rest. 
     As I contemplated all this I thought of how God created the heavens and the earth and then, with great pride and love, created man in His own image.  God, in His perfection, did not have to rip out mistakes and start again.  Man came out, visually, just as He had planned. As He looked at His creation, He said, "It was very good."  Then God took a day of rest.   But the story doesn’t stop there.  Just like my quilt, in time, man would become dirty, full of sin.  It is then that God will lovingly pick man up and wash away the dirt.  There may have to be a few seams ripped away in order for man to be cleansed and started on a new pathway of life.  Man may be left with a few tattered edges from the abuse of self, but with God healing can began anew. 
     As with any project we continue to take pride in and love what we create, and God, for whatever reason, still continues to love His creation too.   We are so blessed that God “loves even us.”