And On A Lighter Note...

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

And to all a good night!

Pondering, still...

Luke 2:19-20

My first born, a son, was born 32 years ago.

If I close my eyes (and even if I don't)

I see the dark curls clinging to his scalp.

I can hear his father's excited exclamation.

I remember his grandparents' first comments -

The room, those present, even the color of 

the first blanket he was wrapped in.

Those were his first moments, and I treasure them still

and ponder over them from time to time.

Of course Mary treasured these things

and pondered them in her heart!

It must have felt good to have confirmation

of the words the angel had spoken to her
9 month earlier.

Yes, Joseph has believed her, but had anyone

else bought into her wild story?

Did she have to convince herself from time to time

that this was really happening?

That she was to be the mother of the Messiah?

Was it possible, and was she capable?

But now, feeling the rhythmic breathing of her baby boy,

and witnessing the confirmation of the prophesies,

did she dare to believe that this baby would be a King?

Was she, like the rest of nation,

expecting a military king?

Did she think she would one day be the queen mother

of the nation of Israel?

Maybe...maybe not...

But I am confident that she held in her heart

the way he sighed in his sleep,

the shape of his lips, pursed on waking,

the softness of his hair,

the length of his tiny fingers and toes...

Treasuring and pondering.

That's what moms do best,

instinctively,

continually,

lovingly

For a lifetime and beyond.

Merry Christ Mass to all!

Shepherds,

And the GOOD Shepherd.

Luke 2: 17 & 18

I've made note of where 

shepherds stood in the 

social hierarchy of their time.

So todays reading has me scratching my head a bit.

They went out and told of what 

they had seen and heard

and apparently people believed them.

That just seems incongruent with what I

would expect would happen. 

I would think they would have been dismissed.

But they weren't.

And then I think of all the lofty titles given to

Jesus.

Christ.

Immanuel.

Savior.

Redeemer.

Lord of Lords.

High Priest.

Prince of Peace.

But the one that seems

to be His favorite;

the Good Shepherd.

It just seems unexpected that He

would embrace the 

least of these.

But it's not, 

is it?

What if the Angels Sang to Only One Shepherd?

Luke 2:15-16

Have you ever woken from a deep sleep

unsure if what you just witnessed was

Real or a dream?

It feels real, in a slightly implausible kind of way.

But the world is just

as you left it and you rationalize that it

was just a dream.

Roll over -

Back to slumber…

With the angel songs still ringing in their ears,

and the blinding light fading to black,

each shepherd must have been

rubbing his eyes convinced he just had

the strangest dream of all!

They blinked and gaped around

to see their companions doing the same.

I bet the exclamations tumbled out of their mouths

as each talked more excitedly than the last.

Or maybe they were all stunned into silence at

the realization that it WASN'T a dream.

At any rate, I’m sure it wasn't as orderly as,

“Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has

happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

That’s Bible speak for “Did you just see that!!!!

I’m outta here!!!!  Catch you in Bethlehem!!!!”

That’s how I want to wake up this Christmas morning.

Not like a child looking for gifts from Santa,

but as a shepherd, certain of and longing to worship a baby!

Happy Birthday, Jesus!

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!

Luke 2: 13 & 14

You have to read it in the 

King James

version. 

....a multitude of the heavenly host

praising God and 

saying,

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth

peace, good will

toward men.

Well, if that one angel scared the 

shepherds witless

imagine what a

MULTITUDE

did to them!

I can't imagine what that looked like

or sounded like.

But someday because of the baby's birth

the angels were heralding, 

I can join in the praising 

in heaven. 

Billboards

Luke 2:11-12

Keep well to the right

Of the oncoming car

Get your close shaves

From the half pound jar

Burma-Shave

I'm just a little young to remember those signs,

though every once in a while

someone revives the idea along the road side 

and breaks the travel monotony

for a mile or so.

I think God actually had the original idea.

The prophesies are all over the Old Testament.

One after another mankind passed them,

along the miles - stretching to centuries - of history.

And then the time came:

Virgin is pregnant

Journey to Bethlehem town

Babe in a stable

Wise men lay their treasures down

Cold lonely night

Shepherds with sheep

Singing angels

Disturb their sleep

Just in case 

you missed all those

Baby wrapped 

in swaddling clothes

Tiny fingers, tiny toes

Precious little bitty thing

Came from heaven down to earth

Son of God, the Lord and King

Jesus Christ

Angels And Shepherds

An unlikely pairing.

 

But you wouldn't know it from just a casual read.

Angels are cute or beautiful

winged beings.

Shepherds are just olden times

cattlemen.

Right?

Therein lies the problem with 

reading the bible

with no commentary.

Angels were scary.

Every time they are mentioned

the people around shake with fear

or fall to the ground.

They are constantly being told to

"fear not."

Shepherds were the lowest of the low.

They had no real friends, 

they roamed from place to place

looking for the good grass.

The locals saw them 

as miscreants.

Not to be trusted. 

These two little verses make me think.

Don't just "read" the Bible.

Dig in.

Don't discount the 

"lowest" of us.

Or me.

God may be saving His biggest news

for us.

Don't be surprised if hearing from God

is a bit scary.

Above all,

keep listening.

Wrapped in Love

Luke 2:7-8

I never really swaddled my kids.

Maybe it wasn't vogue back then,

or maybe I just missed the memo.

But my youngest grandson was swaddled.

The nurses taught my son and his wife the technique,

And Aidan loved it.

It was his security -

his calming signal -

his off switch.

Amazing.

Mary swaddled Jesus, too.

Was that just something women from

Nazareth just did?

Or was it to keep him warm against the nighttime chill?

Or to keep the hay from poking his tender skin?

And if the song is to be believed,

I guess Jesus liked it -

I mean

"No crying He made", right?

It doesn't seem right that He would need the security

of the swaddle - that seems kind of 

un-God-like.

But then again, He gave up ruling the universe

to be born of a teen mom in a barn...

I'm glad she swaddled Him.

In her poverty,

she did all she could humanly do to provide for

the Heavenly newly come to Earth.

To offer God
the best,
the most,
the highest
she had available, 

no matter how small it might seem - (happy) sigh...

Sleep well, baby King!

People Are Talking....

Luke 2: 5 & 6

So, Joseph and Mary set out.

Alone.

They aren't married yet but Mary

is great with child.

Can you imagine the talk going on behind

their backs?

As best I can tell, Elizabeth

is the only other person who 

knows that Mary is carrying the

Son of God.

Did Mary and Joseph try to explain?

And if they did , would anyone have 

listened or wilder still,

believed them?

I think not because if 

anyone understood the royalty

Mary was carrying, there would have been 

a virtual parade escorting

them to Bethlehem. 

I don't know how much social

scorn Mary and Joseph endured

but it makes me wonder.

How much do I worship

at the idol of public opinion?

How often do I water down

God's directives in my own life so as to be

politically correct?

Funny where two little verses a day

can take you.

Where We Come From

Luke 2:3-4

I come from Iowa.

Ottumwa, Iowa, to be exact...

Me and Radar O'Reilly.

Actually, I guess that's not really where I'm from - 

I was just born there -

my Bethlehem.

We lived in an even less impressive town at the time -

Eldon - my Nazareth.

I can't imagine what difference that makes to anyone.

No prophecy surrounded my birth.

My birth announcement listed my parents,

but not my grandparents,

and certainly not my great, great grandfather to the 50th power.

Jesus birth and life and death were foretold 

centuries earlier.

They were documented well prior to his birth.

He was not just part of the plan -

He WAS the PLAN.

He IS the PLAN!

And the same God who made that PLAN

has a plan for me, too.

You won't find me referenced in a pre-history book,

Nor likely in the history books 100 years from now.

But God's plan includes me, too.

Maybe life isn't as random and capricious 

as it seems after all.

God used something as trivial as a census

to fulfill the prophesy on the location of Jesus' birth.

Wonder what He can do with Ottumwa?

Come Lord Jesus

Todays reading is

Luke 2 : 1&2

It's not that interesting.

A census was to be taken.

If a census was taken in 

Newtown Connecticut 

Thursday morning

and another one just 24 hours later

the counts would be very different.

Lory's December 12th post

couldn't be any more relevant.

Come Lord Jesus.

Full Circle

Matthew 2:19-20

Herod dies. 

(Paid mourners only)

Joseph dreams.

(I wish I had dreams with such clarity.  

Mine make only sense while sleeping,

Are odd at waking,

And baffling to try to explain.)

Joseph follows his dreams -

Right

Back

Home!

Mary had to be ecstatic!

A young girl of 15 or so whose first born,

a child of whispered parentage,

comes into the world

with a carpenter for a 'midwife'.

She had probably never left Nazareth before,

and now she has a stamp on the passport

for herself and her child!

Jesus has never met his grandparents!

And those were the easy years!

The next time rulers took aim at her Son,

she would be forced to watch Him die.

Sometimes I think a clear message from God would be outstanding!

But it seems those who receive such direct Words

are also called to major sacrifice.

Thank you, God, for Mary and Joseph!

You (of course) chose well!

Quit While You're Ahead!

When I devised this little

reading plan I just went 

as far into the Matthew readings 

as what seemed a natural stopping point. 

Matthew 2:15 

would have been a 

less messy spot.

But Herod killing all those 

children happened.

People during those times needed

to see prophesy fulfilled.

We have a *history* book they 

didn't have.

And we need to be reminded that

our salvation came at a price.

It was a priced paid by many through out

history but the ultimate

price was paid by God and by Jesus.

God sacrificed His

baby boy. 

Jesus endured 

death on the cross.

Lory's right, 

not everybody will have a 

Merry Christmas.

I wonder how merry

God's 

first Christmas was.

He knew where this story was going.

But, then again, 

He knows the big picture.

UnMerry Christmas

Matthew 2:15-16

The child born to save the world is running for his life -

Maybe even before he's old enough to know how to run!

Along with his family,

Jesus was a fugitive - but alive.

But many mothers lost their sons

as a result of Herod's rage.

My heart and my stomach seize up in tandem

at just the thought of losing a child.

That is a desert I have not been forced to cross.

Others have.

Others have experienced a Silent Night broken only

by the sound of their own sobs.

Others have arrived at the Midnight Clear 

with no clarity

at all.

The Holly, Jolly Christmas we all idolize and have grown

to demand can be distinctly absent,

as it was that first Christmas.

Irony of all irony:

A child's birth brings death to others.

Later the death of the same Son brings

the gift of life to all who wish to receive it.

What Child is This?

The Things That Aren't Said

Matthew 2: 13 & 14

Think about Lory's post from yesterday.

The emotions she talked about

in relation to how much she loves

her baby boys.

(even the grown ones)

Now think about the scariest thing you 

could imagine, 

someone with
A LOT

of power wants to 

KILL
 your baby boy!

Todays reading takes us back to

Joseph.

That man was 

still 

enough to 

hear 

God's voice.

That man was

 faithful 

enough to 

obey.

That man was 

strong 

enough to 

pick up 

and get the heck out of Dodge.

I started this series of blogs

with the perception that there really isn't

much said about Joseph.

 Sometimes silence speaks volumes.

Fall on Your Knees

Matthew 2:11-12

I love a baby!

I love toddlers!

Ditto children of all ages!

With 3 sons, 3 grandsons, and another grandson on the way - I'm kind of partial to little boys!

They own my heart -

They have my full attention -

They have me wrapped around their little fingers!

I love them each with my whole heart!

I would give my life for any one of my "boys" - gladly!

I know them - I have intimate connections to them.  

They are blood.

But I have never spontaneously fallen on my knees to worship any one of them.

It seems unlikely that I ever will.

What was it about that child - the Christ Child - that brought out such

Adoration

Reverence

Worship

from strangers and royalty?

What did Jesus stir in the hearts of those kings that told them in an instant

that they were less than the King they beheld?

Wonderful

Counselor

Almighty God

Unmistakable

even in the body of a child!

Biblical GPS

Today's reading is 

Matthew 2:9, 10.

The wise men followed the star.

Say what?

How did they do that?

That boggles my mind. 

If I started following a star today

I would have no idea which way to even start. 

I can just hear God now, 

"recalculating."

OK, wise men 

following a star

and getting where they 

need to be.

It's a God thing.

I love God stuff.

Turn the Other Face

Matthew 2: 7-8

Herod's at it again.  

A mere 7 verses earlier the Magi arrived in Jerusalem.

Two verses after that we see that Herod has whipped the whole of Jerusalem into a panic because of the news brought from the East.  

So a whole nation knows and trembles while their king prepares with venom to attack the toddler King.

Meanwhile, the egotistical king turns on the charm with the Magi to find out where he can

 *go to worship the child*.

Really, Herod, have you never heard the other title for Magi - WISE men!

One king turns the other face.

One King turns the other cheek.

Which will you follow?

The Other Side Of The Tracks

Today's reading is Matthew 2: 5&6.

There's a little nugget that The Message helped

make me think about. 

It's regarding the prophecy about where

 the messiah would come from.

The Message says;

"it's you, Bethlehem.....no longer bringing up the rear."

So, without doing much research I'm left to 

imply that Bethlehem must not have been 

much of a destination city.

Could it have been the 

Jersey Shore

of Bible times?

I don't know, but this much I do know,

God uses the least of us 

to accomplish His

utmost.

Whether it's a city

on the wrong side of the tracks, 

 a manger

or a young girl.

Gives hope to this

cracked vessel. 

Little Big Man

Today's reading is Matthew 2:3-4

Does anyone remember that movie with a young Dustin Hoffman?  

Me, either, really - except for the name.  

And that must have been the name they used behind Herod's back -

Or putz - one of the two.

But no one laughed to his face and lived to tell.  

When Herod vexated, an entire nation wrung its hands.

Not the good kind of power or the good kind of king, either.

Jesus collected his first mighty enemy - and He was still a toddler!

Really, couldn't Herod pick on someone his own size!

And just like bullies through the centuries and yet today,

Herod was too cowardly to face his foe by himself -

so he induced an entire nation to be his minions -

to fight a dreaded TODDLER!

I guess if Herod was Little Big Man, that makes the Christ Child:

BIG Little Man

Son of God

Emmanuel

My King beat that king - OH YEAH!