For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
Thoughts and feelings about Christmas.
Well it is Christmas. A time that comes once a year. Decoration are bought, trees light up, and gifts are wrapped and given. So many wonderful things happen it’s really hard to explain.
Our attitudes tend to be a little better, music fills the air, Children seem to listen more and Christmas cookies are everywhere. But what does it matter? What does it mean? If the joy of Christmas is around us, but nothing inside can be seen.
We may act Jolly and oh so Merry, but what is the good in that? If our hearts aren’t right and the meaning doesn’t matter then we are only a Scrooge or a Grinch or a burnt Turkey on a platter.
Liven up be Merry and Bright, put the meaning of Christmas in your hearts tonight. Jesus came to earth and lay in a lonely manger, he came to be the hope that really would matter. He sees our hearts and knows our fears, but comforts and keeps us every day and all year.
So on Christmas this year I would like you to be, a person that shares the birth of a King. Be the light the beacon the star and the hope, that a little baby boy brought to earth long ago. -Heather Earles
Echoes From Galilee
A judge, majestic, calm, serene; And yet, a humble Nazarene.
He is a Ruler, whose command the myriads of the skies obey, as in the hollow of His hand he holds all human destiny. The tempest wild concedes his will, and calms before His “Peace, be still.”
A great Physician, too, is He, whose word, the leper purifies; The mute converse, the blind ones see; At his command, the dead arise; He cures the ravages of sin, and makes the foulest sinner clean.
He is a Prince, a Prince whose power knows neither limit nor degree, whose glory, not the passing hour, nor cycles of futurity, can augment, alter, or decrease– A Prince is He, the Prince of Peace.
He is earth’s greatest Conqueror, but conquers not with crimson sword; Love is the weapon of His war, Forgiveness, and gentle word; But, greatest of all victories, o’er the dark grave, His banner flies. -Alfred Castner King
Gently Lead Me, Star Divine.
Gently lead me, Star Divine, o’er my lowly pathway shine, I shall never lose my way; Though uncertain be my tread, pitfalls deep, and mountains high, safely shall my feet be led, by Thy beacon, in the sky.
Long ago, while journeying westward, o’er the desert wild, sages sought a promised King in the person of a child; By Thy bright illuminings, to that manger, in the fold, thou did’st lead those shepherd kings; Lead me, as Thou lead’st of old. -Alfred Castner King
For another Holiday read go to: Proclamation of Thanksgiving