Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Tidings of Comfort and Joy - Part 1

A friend lies in a hospital bed and freely admits on Facebook that he is afraid. Another is worried about a doctor's request for further tests. “I'm only twenty,” he says. “How can I possibly have cancer?” Someone else pens a song about facing a first Christmas and a coming new year without a beloved's face at the table and voice in their ears.

And God's response? Tidings of comfort and joy.

But is that what we want? Don't we want our problems to be fixed, our pain taken away, the tough days to come to an end? What He gives us is His Presence in the midst of our difficulties. He wants to be born right smack in the midst of our problems, to arrive in the middle of our darkest night, that we might find comfort and joy right where we are, in the middle of our smelly and primitive hopelessness.

Instead of checking items off our Christmas lists of wants, God gives us what we need... His Presence in our pain, His sharing in our suffering, His love to fill the void of loss, and Hope to hang on to in the days ahead. He gives us what we need to see us through.

“In this world you will have tribulation,” He told us. “But take heart. I have overcome the world.”

Tidings of comfort and joy.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

A Collection of Hearts


Heart-shaped Christmas ornaments have always caught my eye. I have quite a collection now, hearts of all different shapes and sizes, fabrics and textures. I remember how each came in to my possession - where it was purchased or which treasured friend gave it to me. Equally precious, they each remind me of a certain individual or a special moment in time. Someday I'd like to have a Christmas tree decorated solely in the love represented in that collection of hearts.

God has a heart collection, too. Like mine, His come in all colors, shapes, sizes and textures. While mine vary in appearance, each of His is unique in its condition. Some are hard, some are tender; others are contrite while some have a stubborn, rebellious streak. Many came to Him in pieces that He lovingly put back together or replaced completely with a new an better version. Equally precious to Him as they are, He yet remembers the moment in time when each was given to Him and the face behind the extended hands. And He's waiting for the day when His collection will be put on display for the entire world to see.

As I hang my tokens of love on my tree each Christmas, may I remember that so many years ago on another Holy Day, God displayed His love by allowing His Heart to be hung on a tree for me.

" The God of our forefathers raised up Jesus,
Whom you killed by hanging Him on a tree (cross)."

(Acts 5:30 AMP)
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