And as it is appointed for men to die once, but after this the judgment so Christ was offered once to bear the sins of many. To those who eagerly wait for Him He will appear a second time, apart from sin, for salvation.
For weeks many have been lulled by those traditional Christmas songs which stir memories. They travel with us as we transition from place to place. Often, they set the stage for our family gatherings. And when our weary heads hit the pillow, we are comforted by the music of Christmas.
Is it the declaration of the coming Messiah that brings peace to our hearts during times of uncertainty? Or, perhaps, the memories of a mother humming “Silent Night” before we knew many nights would not be silent, but filled with pain and grief. So many wonderful songs are attached to out past.
Music can soothe our souls and bring hope. The night the Savior was born, there was a mixture of emotions. Uncertainty for a young mother, fear and trembling for a field of shepherds, frustration for an inn keeper and joy for heralding angles; so many reactions to the birth of a King.
The Good News of the Savior’s birth is still celebrated, but what greater a celebration we can look forward to is in Jesus’s return one day. Focus on He who will come to gather His saints. May there then be “Joy to the World the King has Come”. Until then, “Oh Come, Let Us Adore Him”!
Show me Your ways, O Lord; Teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me, For You are the God of my salvation; On You I wait all the day.
What a joy to be part of the educational process with my grandkids! It’s a great time to instill biblical values and even to remind myself what God’s Word has to say. There’s something special about bringing a Bible verse down to a child’s level. It edifies teacher and student alike.
Over three decades ago I started to home school my boys. I had early child care training and started there. Teaching was so addictive, I just kept going. It was a blessing to see each new hurdle my kids were able to jump. Reading was one of the greatest climaxes. It’s refreshing when a child falls in love with words on the paper, or ebook.
There’s nothing cozier than a book, a child reader, a soft couch and a pup at one’s side. Many stories are filled with spiritual edifying words. I hope you can enjoy some excellent reading ‘one-on-one’ time with that special little buddy or a good book yourself.
“Lord, thank you for my grandchildren and the abilities you have given to them. May they always treasure You in their hearts. I am blessed.”
He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber.
With the holidays in full swing it’s easy to think of family. Generations are drawn together to celebrate and renew their relationships. My grandmother came to mind; I remember very little of her. When an ancestry notification came the other day, it had me thinking.
Rosalia was a character, from the stories I’ve heard. Tossing items out an open window from a second story in order to purge a room or sawing a doweling of a chair to save a grandchild’s trapped head, were two amusing tales told. But as I viewed the time-line of her life, I knew there must have been more to this courageous lady.
At the age of 22, on a warm June day WWI began in 1914 while Rosalia considered married life, and prayed God would grant her direction. Four years later, after giving birth to two children, the Influenza pandemic occurred in 1918 taking the lives of many. Life continued as Rosalia gave birth to three more children. One child was blind and deaf needing daily care at home. At times, she wondered if God heard her prayers. Then in 1929 the Great Depression came and brought even more sorrow. Yet, she prayed asking God to strengthen her little family. At the age of 48, the second WW began in 1939 and Rosalia would say farewell to her only son, for several years, as he was sent to Europe. In just twenty-six years, Rosalia lived a lifetime of challenges with God at her side.
Whatever you are dealing with today, know God waits for you to come to Him.
Across weathered sands error erodes, the circle of nations walked in darkness. A long journey west of the Sea of Galilee; where one would walk on crystal seas to test the armor of weakened faith.
“By the way of the sea, Galilee of Gentiles:”
Stretched Tiberius, beyond the Jordan, where ancients long awaited for His glory to shine from city streets of great Galilee; more than man would travel dusty roads as people whispered tales testing truth.
“The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light.”
Once in ignorance, blindness and error; following depths of detestable darkness. Error clutched deep as veins travels body, the veil lifted and truth and light arose. The people stand in great awe in silence.
“And upon those who sat in the region and shadow of death Light has dawned.”
Dangerous death drowned like a worn ship whose sail torn by torrent winds against bleak skies. Then with great luster Light made it’s way to the open heart’s of man’s shouts, “The victory is His, His is the victory!”