Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Driving down the road tonight I glance over and see all of the lights in the department store windows.

Sparkly, twinkly lights all wrapped around windows filled with material possessions that they say we must have and must buy our children.

Who are they?  The ones who ride camels too wide for the eye of the needle. Who can blame us, they speak so...


Meanwhile a child born in the thick of dung and rough, dry straw softly cries. And we struggle to hear God's gentle Immanuel.

I can't see the stable anywhere out here tonight. The lights are too bright to see past.

Then, there.

The stable, has a heartbeat and a reflection. And it is my own.

The Word of God tells us this in Isiah 60:19,

the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory.

He is in me, He is the light who shines through me. And through you, beloved.



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