We have been waiting...anticipating Christmas. This year it finds the Broberg family homeless, and I am thankful...thankful that we have a place to lay our head; a roof over our head ; all the comforts that having generous family and friends affords us. Thankful for the meaningful meditations it has given me as I consider the celebration of God incarnate coming down to live among us and I picture my Lord, because there was no place in the Inn, laying in the manger. In this way God encompassed all of humanity to the lowliest denomination, making all accessible to Himself.
So as we search for a home we are reminded with the tragic event of Newtown that this world is not home, that we are waiting, anticipating Jesus' return. God be with us as we wait. Coupled with the cross, Jesus in the manger gives us victory and today I rejoice and live in that victory!
CHRISTMAS BELLS
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,t
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
Merry Christmas!
So as we search for a home we are reminded with the tragic event of Newtown that this world is not home, that we are waiting, anticipating Jesus' return. God be with us as we wait. Coupled with the cross, Jesus in the manger gives us victory and today I rejoice and live in that victory!
CHRISTMAS BELLS
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,t
- and mild and sweet
- The words repeat
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
- Had rolled along
- The unbroken song
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
- A voice, a chime,
- A chant sublime
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
- And with the sound
- The carols drowned
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
- And made forlorn
- The households born
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
- "For hate is strong,
- And mocks the song
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
- The Wrong shall fail,
- The Right prevail,
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
Merry Christmas!