This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger. Luke 2:12
At Christmas time, we see many nativity scenes displayed in homes, yards and various other places, but does the reality of that one small piece of the scene—the baby—ever hit you so hard you fall to your knees?
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This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger. Luke 2:12
At Christmas time, we see many nativity scenes displayed in homes, yards and various other places, but does the reality of that one small piece of the scene—the baby—ever hit you so hard you fall to your knees? Read the rest of this entry »
I see a lot of people these days with a dazed look on their faces; a look like they’re walking through this crazy world, trying to figure out how this happened. A look like they’re tired of trying to keep up, but know they can’t. There’s a fear in their eyes–a don’t look back kind of fear–like they know the world that passed them by is coming up behind them, and it’s going to roll right over them and send them on into the next one.
It doesn’t have to be that way. We can move through this mixed up world without fear, and it’s as easy as saying that’s what we’re going to do. Some will say, “Oh, sure, that’s easy for you to say”, and my reply will be, “Yes. Yes it is.” I can say I’m not afraid, because as I–more and more–focus on God, the chaos around me dims, and I realize I have nothing to fear.
Reading a good book is a lot like living life. We turn the pages quickly, anxious to know what will happen next, imagining ourselves the hero, and knowing somehow we will save the day. Or… at least, not allow it to die.
And then, when the pages left are few, there begins to well within us a sadness, a wistfulness; a wishing we’d gone slower. A knowing in our heart we should have savored the best parts, and, perhaps, even paid more attention to the little details–the boring parts we skimmed quickly through. Thinking, perhaps we missed something, as a gentle aching in our chest whispers, “Oh, yes, we surely did.”
There is a lesson to be learned: Yes, a book can be read again–many times–but this life… the things we do and say… get no second chance.
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