Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas-2019 Revised Edition
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Imagine a manger:
The Great I Am
Sending down to earth A Christmas Lamb,
The consummate gift of Omniscient God, a physical presence on worldly sod
Of a babe, a Miraculous Only Son, a Saviour, prophesied Chosen One,
Whose life was to mirror our very own, that all of our human-ness could be known
To the being who made us, and with great price
Would pay for our sins through the Risen Christ.
Imagine a manger
In darkest night, back-lit by mystical star so bright,
A cave where creatures, both large and small, surrounded a primitive straw-strewn stall,
Where a tired couple in desperate need would bed where cattle did bide and feed;
Where Mary, a child and mother-to-be, would birth a Son for the Deity,
Who chose her as blessed, a bud to bloom,
Producing a Son from her virgin womb.
Imagine shepherds
Beyond the glow of tiny Bethlehem’s ebb and flow,
Out on the hills with their flocks of sheep, they did their charges safely keep.
Where angels announced in the evening chill a message hearts would ever thrill.
While over their flocks and themselves arose a hymn only God Himself still knows.
Then off to seek, they blindly ran, this newest and dearest of all the lambs.
And, finally into that stable dim,
The stupefied shepherds came stumbling in.
Imagine them kneeling
With covered faces in this most humble of holy places.
Something made clear to these simple men the miracle happ’ning in front of them.
Imagine God,
From His throne on high, surveying it all with a loving sigh,
That the birth of His Son, the King of Kings,
Though announced with a chorus of flapping wings,
Was witnessed by simple, random strangers, bowing in awe around a manger,
Where stood a final “unroyal” feature… a rustic assortment of barnyard creatures.
Imagine the Lord’s
Intended goal was to win the hearts of such simple souls.
Those who were gentle, calm, and patient….untainted by sophistication;
Those who were neither too rich nor grand to turn away from the Master’s hand…
Those sometimes troubled or lost and lone, ready to reach out a hand of their own:
Those whose intellect would not bar the urge to follow a brilliant star,
Or to be the few both wise and bold to see the Messiah so long foretold.
And what did the animals think of it all,
Languidly munching around the stall?
Don’t know….
Though maybe my thoughts are skewed, I don’t think any were interviewed.
But, legend has it, that Christmas Eve, if a really old story can be believed,
That the animals – all together and each, had, just for a moment, the gift of speech…
Perhaps to discuss the reflected glory of being a part of the Christmas Story,
Or p’raps to verbally impart
A thankful prayer from a humble heart.
Imagine you’re there
On a Christmas night, and your heart and your timing turn out just right;
They say, as the hands hit twelve o’clock, for a few special moments, the animals talk.
In deepest respect to the Great I Am, one, at least, must be a lamb.
So, If you would hear them on Christmas Eve,
You have to show up….
And you have to believe.
(Love to you from The Q.O.E. and Co.)
Our Newsy Letter for This Year Follows…
We’re both alive, the kids are good…
Everything’s fine in the neighborhood!
But, if more details are your “thing”…
Pick up the phone and give us a ring!
Wishing you a Wonderful Christmas
and a
Happy New Year!