Merry Christmas to all My Dear Friends!

 

Greetings Saints!

 

I'm skipping the bad news this Friday so we can all focus on the Lord Jesus and His Birth. Yes, I know He wasn't born in December (most likely on Tabernacles in the fall) and I know that December 25th is/was a pagan holiday celebrating the birth of a pagan god, which I won't go into here.  However, it's quite possible the Holy Spirit put Jesus inside Mary's womb in the month of December. Regardless, it's a matter of the heart and spirit that we celebrate our Lord's birth during this time of year. If our focus is on Jesus, I believe He is pleased. 

 

We are living in difficult times. We are living in the last days. But we also know that the Lord keeps watch over each and every one of us, protecting us from the encroaching evil. And that is all because of Jesus, who left the glory of rulership in heaven to become a little child, live in a human frail body, get rejected, spit on, hated, shunned, taunted, lied about, to be hungry, tired, and have no place to lay his head at night, only to be tortured beyond human endurance, and finally to die a death some say is the most painful ever invented. But that wasn't the end of the story. He rose again victorious, and for those of us who believe in, cling to, love Him and follow Him, we will live forever with Him in a paradise that defies human imagination. 

 

So, no matter your circumstances, we have MUCH to be thankful for this Christmas!  I pray you and your family have a joyous, peaceful and wonderful time. This could be our last Christmas on earth, so make it a good one and keep your eyes on Jesus! 

 

I wrote the following years ago and have posted it at Christmas often, but just in case you haven't read it, I think it will bless you.

 

For the first time in millennium, the throne room in Heaven grew silent. The Cherubim, Seraphim, the mighty warrior angels, and the heavenly chorus that surround Almighty God continually singing His praises closed their mouths in awe.

The four living creatures with six wings and four faces ceased moving and the wheels by their side grew still.  Lightning and thunder that roared beyond the throne halted its magnificent rumblings. All grew still as the Son of God rose from his seat beside the Father. With all eyes watching, He slipped off his royal robes and removed the crown from His head and laid them at His Father's feet, then leaned in to kiss Him on the cheek before taking the steps one by one down from the throne.

He stopped at the bottom for one last glance up at His Father. And the love that poured between them was so powerful, it brought the assembly of millions to their knees. Then turning, the Son skirted the glassy sea and started for the massive golden doors at the end of the hall. With each step He took, angels parted before him, laying delicate palm fronds of spun silver at his feet. He cast loving glances their way, but their eyes were downcast in reverence before Him, in awe, in astonishment at the sacrifice He made.

The crunch of his bare feet on the fronds echoed through the massive golden room as the Son, jaw tightening, eyes pooling, set his face like flint toward the doors now opening before Him. It took every ounce of His strength not to turn around and look once more upon His Father, not to run back into His arms and remain with Him forever. As it has always been. But love spurred Him on. A love so strong, it knew no bounds, no fear, no regret.

The Son halted at the door and peered into the darkness beyond. A blackness thick and heavy with evil and sickness and pain and rejection and sorrow. And death. Throwing back his shoulders, He took a deep breath and entered that darkness.

A single tear slipped down the Father's face as His Only Son became a man.