Saturday, December 15, 2018


       The Christmas Story didn’t begin the night Jesus was born; it did not begin when the angels appeared to the shepherds announcing His birth; it did not begin when the angel appeared to Mary telling her that she would be the mother of the Promised Messiah. It did not start when the angel appeared to Joseph telling him about Mary and the coming Christ Child. It started in a garden of incomparable beauty, The Garden of Eden.
 It started because of deception; the deceptive lie presented by the serpent possessed by Satan.
     After Adam and Eve chose to believe the Lie, chose to disobey the Creator, The Creator addressed the serpent and then The Lord God told how He would send a Savior.
      Genesis 3:14 –15; Galatians 4:4
   And from that prophesy came these prophesies so we could recognized the Messiah, God Savior. 
     Isaiah 7:14 – Christ would be born of a virgin.
     Isaiah 9:6 - Unto us a child is born...
      Micah 5:2  -  Born in Bethlehem in Judea.       
   And the Christmas story keeps going until it runs into the Easter Story of Redemption. It is both an Earthly and Spiritual story. It is Supernatural. Redemptive. Life Changing right into Eternity. But like Eve in the beginning of this true story, we have a choice. We can choose where we will be spending Eternity. Will it be in agony and thirsty separation from the Lord in the Lake of Fire (Hell) or in the Redemptive ever giving Love that came that first Christmas Night when the Word became Flesh, in Heaven?
                 John 3:16             
The choice is yours.

You can read the events of the Christmas Story for yourself.
      Matthew chapters 1:18 -25;  2 :1-21     
      Luke 1:26 – 35 ;  2:1-20.
 
  [The Wise Men did not see Jesus until about 2 years after he was born.]

Saturday, April 14, 2018

As I observe the bird activity in my backyard...

  When I watch the finches - gold, house and sometimes purple - feeding from the thistle filled socks, I think of "finches wings" from G. M. Hopkins poetry work , Pied Beauty.
   Pied Beauty is a simple but yet not a simple poem, easy to understand but not so simple construction of sprung rhythm and alliterations.
   Reread it this morning and it always touches my soul. Brings back the reality of the Splendor that the True and Living God (really have to love how King David described God) created. 
     Truly, in all the world's turmoil this poem can focus us on good things to think about and be thankful for.
     The opening and the last line always refocus me spiritually...

  "Glory Be to God...    

    He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change; Praise him."