A Christmas Poem

When the last wrappings
fall from hands of glee
as tinsel strays too
far from the tree
within the delight
and sparkle of the eye
we capture the
mystery of Christmas

When angels adorn
and evergreen’s hung
with songs on our lips
and carols are sung
As family gathers
both near and too far
we honor the Savior
his birth and the star

This Christmas greeting
is sent for us all
the harried, the weary
both big and the small
Christ’s birth to the lowly
redeeming, such grace
salvation for everyone
the whole human race.

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See you on December 22nd?

Well some of you might be reading this from a bunker today…ok probably not. Chances are you’re still working, attending school, or whatever you’re doing in your ordinary day. Isn’t it interesting how a calendar created by a long dead civilization has caused so much panic in our world? It probably hasn’t impacted your small corner of the world, but it’s impacted others – just look at the news today to confirm that! But the fact of the matter still remains that most people get a little concerned in the face of complete and total annihilation. I suppose it makes sense, but to me it just seems like needless panic about something none of us has any control over…so why get bent out of shape about it?

Matthew 6:25-34 says; “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

These were the words of Jesus, and if he had something to say about worry then I think everyone should pay attention. No matter if it is the impending “end of the world”, or that bill that you’re not sure how is going to get paid. Stop adding worry to your life. Of course Jesus was speaking to the people of His day, the living “worry” was different than it is today but it is still applicable to us here at “doomsday”.

In the old hymn “What a friend we have in Jesus”, there’s a part in the song that say; “Take it to the Lord in Prayer”. Perhaps that’s what you need to do today if there is worry in your life, whether it’s big or small. Take it to Him in prayer, and allow that peace that passes all understanding to break through your worry…and it will.

Enjoy your day…and we’ll see you on December 22nd…right? 😉

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No Regrets!

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2 Timothy 1:11-12 (MSG)
This is the Message I’ve been set apart to proclaim as preacher, emissary, and teacher.
It’s also the cause of all this trouble I’m in. But I have no regrets. I couldn’t be more sure of my ground—the One I’ve trusted in can take care of what he’s trusted me to do right to the end.”

I find it fascinating and invigorating to think of the Apostle Paul living out his convictions even in the midst of certain and eventual death. Paul wasn’t a waffler, he wasn’t some guy who couldn’t make up his mind, in fact faith and conviction led him to proclaim the message of Christ and His kingdom even when it would cost him his life. That’s conviction.

A few years ago the “No Fear” labels appeared and were very popular in our culture. Why? Because it evoked this brazened mentality that no matter what took place in life, the one wearing the “no fear” label would approach life’s problems without fear. That too is conviction that doesn’t waffle or change. I’m reminded of Tom Petty’s song “I won’t back down” where it states this; “I won’t back down, no I won’t back down, you can stand me up at the gates of hell but I won’t back down.”

Living a life without regret isn’t easy, in fact it is the hardest thing to accomplish. The tides of life sometimes cause us to doubt, circumstances beyond our control sometimes challenges us to quit, and living without regret, at times, seems impossible. But I want to encourage you that living a life without regret is possible. Paul did it, and so can you. But here’s how we are even able to think about living this regret free life: Zechariah 4:6 says;
…” ‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty.” Now this verse comes from a different time, and different circumstances sure, but what it says to me and I hope what it says to you is that God and His power can overcome anything in this world!

Our convictions and hope should be rooted in the one who created everything around us! Jesus even said in John 15:5;I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” Did you catch that? Apart from Him, we’re a lost cause. Living a life without regrets, begins with where our convictions are rooted in. If they are rooted in our own self confidence, something or someone will eventually come along and uprooted them and we will be greatly disappointed. If our convictions are rooted in other people, chances are those other people will eventually let us down or our expectations will not always be met. If our convictions are rooted in anything but the relationship and love that God has for us first and foremost then we will eventually experience regret in this life. Living a life without regret, like Paul lived begins in our convictions.

What are your convictions today? Are you living a life without regret?

If not, perhaps re-evaluate where and in whom you place your trust and convictions. We too, like Paul can bold state: “But I have no regrets. I couldn’t be more sure of my ground—the One I’ve trusted in can take care of what he’s trusted me to do right to the end.

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Tomorrow’s coat

Some days,

bulldozer like

knocking down the rubble

picking up the fallen pieces,

discarding the divided walls

and broken foundations.

On other days

tender as lambs

bleating meekly at

circumstances and second

chances…

yet as evening falls

as it will today

gathering  up more

dustings

of the winter snow

on these weathered

leather shoes,

I will enter into my home

once again, greeting my

beautiful bride with a tender kiss

and hang up these worries

on the coat rack in the front hall

so that they can dry

peal, fall from the sleeves

and like freshly laundered clothing

I will gather it up in the morning

lighter, perhaps under friendlier skies

and embrace

a new day

clothed in hope anew.  winter

Uniquely Created, One of a Kind!

I remember thousands of twinkling Christmas lights setting fire to the room with its ambient glows of reds, greens, and oranges. For every Christmas light, tinsel was draped precariously in every nook and cranny in the small room. Where ever the tinsel fell is where light spill out in all directions as the semi metallic coating reflected Christmas in every corner and in every crack in the wall as well.

This is my first real, tangible memory of Christmas. It was on the Island of St. Helena, I know there was Christmas’ before this one, but at four years old who can remember the years leading up to my first memory? Father Christmas had not arrived yet on that volcanic rock of an Island. The weather was most definitely not frightful outside either; I guess living near the equator does have its drawbacks if one is expecting a white Christmas. I don’t remember whose house I was in, or why I was there, but the gaudy tinsel and the Christmas lights are forever etched in my mind, like a chiseled marble statue of a Greek god in Greece, this memory is the quintessential celebration of the Christ-mas on the island of St. Helena for me. To this day there is that warm feeling I get when I draw back the now older and dusty curtains of my mind and think of that time long ago…in a faraway place. It is this fond thought there in my childhood, that I, with child-like eyes, drew joy, love and peace in but a moment in time. That memory is still something that I cling to even now as an adult when other memories are not as resplendent or warm and fuzzy.

Isn’t it funny how specific moments in time are captured so vividly in the recesses of our mind, and if we think on them from time to time it is like watching a re-run of your favorite movie. I would never want to trade such memories for anything in the world! These memories are unique to me, to who I am as a person and who I was then as a child. No one else shares these specific memories with me; and my perspective as a four year old in a big world would also make each captured still frame in my mind one of a kind in this world.

Isn’t it interesting to think that each of us carries these types of memories that are one of a kind, and are specifically unique to our brain’s hard drive? For example, no one else in this world shares your memories and perspectives of the first time you actually rode a bike. Perhaps you had a parent there keeping you balanced, but even their memory of that occasion varies from your account. Perhaps it wouldn’t vary all that much, but your parent wasn’t seated on the bicycle they were next to you as you pushed and pumped those foot pedals in order to obtain one of your first moments of childhood liberation. Our memories, our recollections make each and every one of us unique and different from the next. Just as our fingerprints are never duplicated; so too our memories are our own to keep and to treasure.

The same can be said for our conversion experiences as well. All of our salvation stories are unique and one of a kind. God speaks to each of us in our own unique and special ways. No two conversion stories will ever be the same, because God has crafted us from different canvases. We all share His image in some way shape or form because we have been made in His image. Let’s take that thought a step further however, if we are all made in the image of God and each of us are cut from different canvases then we can begin to grasp just a fragment of the scope and scale in which this creator God has created us and the world around us, but also bits and pieces of His character as well. Because if we are created in His image, and no two people in this world are alike (minus identical twins) then we are to understand our Creator is unique, vast in identity and mighty in His creations. My memories are mine, shared only in snap shots that I can describe and with my God who sees all and lives these experiences with me. Sometimes we feel alone, sometimes we wonder if anyone will ever understand what we’ve been through or who we truly are…God knows you, and God understands you!

You are unique and special to Him! You are one of a kind in this universe; it is by design that you are created so. You also look like the Creator, perhaps sin has marred that image, but you are His! Take a moment today and consider this thought today! Accept it, embrace it, and then live it.

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In memory – Sandy hook Elementary

As I heard the news my heart fell down

Such sadness filled my soul

How hatred and sin can hurt a town

While darkness takes control

As I heard the story unfold today

I cried to think of such loss

Of children gathered in Jesus’ arms

And the pain and sorrow it cost.

As I heard I wept for all the Moms and Dads

Who, with gifts under the tree for a child

Who have entered into heaven’s gates

And saw Jesus’ face and loving smile

It made me hold my children tighter

As I treasure their embrace

My prayers go out to those parent’s lives

For there are tears today on Jesus’ face.

Such sin and shame is brought to mind

Such sorrow breaks our light

As I heard the news my heart fell down

The dawn comes after the night.

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The Angelic Announcement

13 At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God’s praises:
14 Glory to God in the heavenly heights, Peace to all men and women on earth who please him.
15 As the angel choir withdrew into heaven, the sheepherders talked it over. “Let’s get over to Bethlehem as fast as we can and see for ourselves what God has revealed to us.” 16 They left, running, and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. 17 Seeing was believing. They told everyone they met what the angels had said about this child. 18 All who heard the sheepherders were impressed. (Luke 2:13-18 MSG)

A proclamation by a stunning Angel of light would have been extremely amazing to see in and of itself.  If we had been in that field on that night would our reaction been any different from that of the Shepherds?  Probably not.  There aren’t too many people in our day and age that have witnessed such a sight as these humble shepherds saw in pasture that night.  It’s almost a scene right out of some paranormal show, right up until the angel actually speaks you could almost envision an alien stepping out of the light with tendrils extended and the spooky sci-fi music is cued to end scene.   What happens next, by all intents and purposes shouldn’t have occurred.  The first people to hear of Messiah’s birth are lowly shepherds.  It wasn’t the mayor of Bethlehem awakened to an angelic announcement, or a foreign dignitary, the message was directed at common shepherds doing the work that others would not be caught dead doing.  For many, being a shepherd was beneath their stature in the community…yet apparently these shepherds were so important to the nativity story that God’s messengers make this startling revelation to them.  Herod wasn’t alerted, and of course we’re thankful for that.  The officials in Rome were not on the announcement list either.  Shepherds, with staffs and slings, sitting around a fire at night get this mighty earth changing announcement.  Think about that for a moment, then think about who you are.  If you’re someone important then you have some grain of confidence already, but for the rest of us who, in a very real sense, are nobodies in this world…you and I matter to God and his purposes here on this earth.  We don’t have to have Bill Gates’ money, or Kim Kardashian looks, or the mind and intellect of Stephen Hawking to be important to God, all we have to be is available to God.

The shepherds had nowhere important to go that night; their responsibility was to care for the sheep in that field.  There wasn’t a party for them to attend, or a famous symposium to speak at; they were just there protecting weakest, simple minded animal known on earth.  I still find it astounding that after all this time, after prophesies had foretold Messiah’s coming, this late breaking news reaches the common working man first.  It’s comforting to think, that though status on this earth is important, wealth on this earth is revered, God doesn’t care about such earthly titles and status symbols.  What God does care about is the heart.  It’s a humbling thought.  James 4:10 says “Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord and He will lift you up.”  Shepherds in a humble, lowly state embody this verse for me today.    Not only did they get a single angelic messenger, they actually experienced the first and best Christmas choral arrangement never written on this earth…a master piece of music written in heaven.  That additional fact boggles my mind.  I’ve heard some amazing choirs, listened to some of the world’s best voices, but nothing would compare to the vocal concert the shepherds must have heard that night.  For me it’s has to rank up there like an extended guitar solo at an encore performance of stairway to heaven by Led Zeppelin.  The shepherds had front row seats to the best concert available at any time on earth.  That blows me away!  What these lowly sheep herders did next is not only extra ordinary but it reflects their angelic visit.  They leave their sheep in search of this foretold child in a manger.  Following their visit, still high on angelic fumes, they declare the world changing news to everyone they meet, and once told, everyone who hears is impressed at the news.

This amazing news is still relevant after all these years, and it doesn’t take the most eloquent speaker to declare it either!  God wants you to declare His majesty this Christmas!  God wants our humble hearts and lives to celebrate his birth once again.  We may not have ever experienced that front row concert of angels, but we can’t but help to be propelled to the manger bed once again.
15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” Luke 2:15 (NIV)Image

At the Orchard in Autumn

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In Autumn
when the cows
huddle together in the
mornings
as the sun dips
lower in the sky
lingering but for a moment
then disappears behind
the snow clouds, for
months of hibernation;
we gathered at the orchard
to pluck the bounty
from fertile limbs
bowing low
leaves, green
and thick like warm
blankets in winter.
We pull the reds and greens
full of juice as it runs
down the chin
capturing purity
with a hint of bitterness
as an after taste chaser
but for just today,
bags hanging from arms
we depart content
with the harvest
though leery of what
tomorrow holds.

The First Christmas.

Mary, seated on the back of a donkey, grimaces again as this journey seems to never end. In her discomfort, who could blame her if her attitude had turned sour amidst the many miles from Nazareth to Bethlehem? Their journey, almost four days in the making, travel weary, dusty and dirty… Mary and Joseph press on despite the constant protests by their only source of transport, the gray stubborn mule who brays every now and then breaking the pensive silence along the many miles. Over the next horizon a sight which both excites and disheartens at the same time. Bethlehem spills into their vision over the rocky crags and dusty path. It’s not a huge city mind you, but it is this young couple’s destination for the mandated census. What began with excitement having reached the end of their discomfort on the road, not settles into a strained sight. Many sojourners have also made this journey reaching Bethlehem before them. Lines of people stream in and out of Main Street; the population has drastically increased and in Joseph’s stomach settles a whole list of doubts, and fears. A series of “what if’s” float through Joseph’s head. “What if there is nowhere to stay? What will I do to help Mary get off her swollen feet? What if…what if…what if. Doubt climbs from Joseph’s stomach and into his heart as these questions become valid as they near yet another establishment offering shelter from the road. Joseph never imagined that following his supernatural visit by a heavenly being things would seem harder than before. After all, wasn’t Mary with child not of human origin proof enough, why couldn’t the Angels or even God assist in providing a place to find comfort and rest for a few days? For a brief moment He let these doubts take up residence and then as quick as an exhale of breath, he shook them off. “No.” God would provide, his messenger was certain proof of that. Casting the doubts and fears away again, Joseph and Mary continue on down the thorough fare of Bethlehem in search of bed and food.

Mary grimaces again; the contractions are closer this time, no thanks in part to the bumpy road and jarring hipbones of the mule she is seated on. It’s only a matter of time before what had been prophesied nine months earlier, would become tangible and also audible in the cries of a new born child. Mary has contemplated since the start of the journey what the baby’s features would be like, whether they would differ from any human on earth. She has felt him stir continually in the womb; he is certainly an active, healthy baby. Nearing another establishment on the far side of town, Mary breathes heavily trying desperately to remain calm in the midst of uncertainty as to where or if they can find a place to have this child. She hums the song she has hummed since the first time she felt him stir…the voice of a mother singing to her yet unseen child, is there any better picture of love than that of a love for child by their mother?

Joseph returns, but not with news of a warm bed and a room exactly…where will we be staying? The question lingers on Mary’s face before another contraction erases all concerns of comfort and replaces it with panic and a “get me off of this animal!” look on her face. Behind the small home, now converting into motel of sorts, is a place for travelers to house their mules and other journey weary animals. It’s a cave…not a four star hotel, not even a hostile on the roadway. But it’s a place to rest, and at this late hour, also a place to welcome into the world a child who is Savior of it. This is not exactly how Joseph envisioned God’s son would enter into this world. A palace would have seemed more fitting, or perhaps at least a large bustling city in a stately home, but this was not to be. He spreads the straw on the ground for Mary to get comfortable, taking off his outer garments; Joseph wraps Mary in his cloak. In the presence of livestock and the smell of dung and feed, the Savior of man enters our world. Isn’t it interesting that not only does he enter our world in the lowliest of states but Jesus amidst the earthy smells of a barn cries his first cry? The King of kings, the one who was present at the beginning of creation is now in the presence of his creation, and he is as defenseless as…well a baby. Could the scene be any more out of the ordinary? While kings and those in power jostle for more power and control, Jesus enters the world with neither…yet the entire existence and hope of the world weighs in the balance of this child laying in a feeding trough of animals. It boggles the mind. It also reminds us too of the eternal rather than the temporal. The Savior, foretold many years before this age, was here…and who was there to welcome him and invite him in? Animals, a handful of celestially shocked shepherds and eventually a few wise guys from far away.

Will you invite Him in this Christmas? Will you welcome our Savior again, renew your relationship with Him? Share it, declare it and be partakers in His birth.

“O come let us adore Him…Christ the Lord”

Adeste fideles laeti triumphantes,
Venite, venite in Bethlehem.
Natum videte Regem angelorum.
Venite adoremus (ter)
Dominum.

Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine
Gestant puellae viscera.
Deum verum, genitum non factum.
Venite adoremus (ter)
Dominum.

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Excuse me…you have a plank in your eye…

Matthew 7:1-5 (MSG)
1 “Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults—unless, of course, you want the same treatment. 2 That critical spirit has a way of boomeranging. 3 It’s easy to see a smudge on your neighbor’s face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. 4 Do you have the nerve to say, ‘Let me wash your face for you,’ when your own face is distorted by contempt?
5 It’s this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.

The judge lifts the gavel, prepared to declare her judgment on the case that she has just presided over. She looks over her glasses with brow furrowed and a frown on her face. As she strikes the dark wooden gavel on the table, she declares her decision rendered. “Guilty”…followed by the prescribed sentence in order to pay restitution for the crime committed by the offender…but does judgment only occur in a court of law? Of course not!

You’ve seen it happen too, that moment when a supposed “Christian” has passed judgment on a person or situation. They cross their arms in indignation, placing their nose in the air in an act of contempt and then insinuate that if one were a “true Christian” they wouldn’t do what just happened, and perhaps this statement is followed by an equally contemptible comment laced with false pity or compassion which holds no measure of care or love, “we’ll just have to pray for them”. We all know that comments like this get tossed around from time to time in our home churches and truthfully, actions of people from Jesus’ day and actions of people in our day has not really changed all that much. Don’t misunderstand what I’m trying to say, for I do not want to become another judge in a long list of hypocrites, though dare I say that there are times in my own life where I have worn the coat of indignation and hypocrisy myself, and I’m here to say that it’s never a pretty picture.

Jesus had much to say about such attitudes. To say that it’s wrong to assume judgment on another believer is an understatement especially when one neglects one’s own faults, failures and temptations. He points out that it’s like focusing on the speck in someone’s eye when we have this unflattering, ugly, sin throbbing plank of wood in our own eye socket.

Ever get something in your eye? I have. It hurts. The eye waters, the face contorts, the hand moves to cover, rub, and dislodge the piece of dirt or eye lash trapped on the eye ball. How then could anyone have time, metaphorically speaking, to focus so much on someone else’ discomfort when a nasty, sin riddled plank is protruding from the eye?

Judgment is not the job requisite for us sinners saved by grace! Judgment is reserved for God alone…that doesn’t mean that we don’t care for one another and hold each other accountable as brothers and sisters in Christ, but what it does mean is that we stop the gossip, we stop the bad habits of looking at everyone else’s faults and failure instead of seeing our problems and faults staring us in the face. The Holy Spirit does the convicting, not us. God does the judging, not us. I believe there would be many more new believers seeing God if His people would stop the judgment, the bossy attitudes, and sometimes the downright hypocritical nature that is evident when greeting new visitors coming into our churches.

When Jesus came to this Earth, He did so not because we deserved anything but judgment and death, but because He loved us…He still loves us! We didn’t deserve this love given to us, we still had logs wedged in our eye sockets, so to speak…but grace was extended to us. Perhaps this is what we should consider the next time we think to pass judgment on another person because of the way they dress, the way the talk, or the way they act. Let’s extend that grace to others…and allow God to do the convicting and the judging.

–Just a thought for today!

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