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

Monday, December 24, 2018

Suddenly

Monday, December 24, 2018

And because Joseph was a descendant of King David, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, David’s ancient home.  He traveled there from the village of Nazareth in Galilee.  He took with him Mary, to whom he was engaged, who was now expecting a child.  And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born.  She gave birth to her firstborn son.  She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.  That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep.  

Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them.  They were terrified, but the angel reassured them.  “Don’t be afraid!” he said.  “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people.  The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David!  And you will recognize him by this sign:  You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”  Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying, “Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”  Luke 2:4-14(NLT)

Surprises come suddenly.  (Now there’s a news flash!)
I’ve never actually liked the idea of surprises.  But surprises don’t ask if they can happen; they just happen.  That is why they’re called surprises – they surprise you!  They’re autonomous – they decide when, where, how much, and with what purpose they happen.  All you have is your reaction to the surprise.
This is why surprises aren’t my favorite thing; I’d like to be able to pick and choose which things life has permission to throw at me.  That surprise 16th birthday party was ok, but nearly severing my big toe back in 1987 was something I would have crossed-off the dance card if I’d known about how weak that aquarium glass was if you put your foot against it to scoot it across the carport.  Surprises sometimes include blood!
The shepherds understood surprises; you don’t care for flocks of sheep, notoriously dumb animals that wander around, falling into all kinds of troubling predicaments, without being familiar with surprises.  It’s just that the shepherds weren’t prepared for an angel and a choir the size of the New Year’s Eve Times Square crowd floating in the night air above.  Surprises can sometimes be terrifying.
But now, later that night, look at the faces of those shepherds, and tell me what happens when a surprise from heaven settles-in to do its work in your life:
Notice that all six faces in the picture (7 if you count the cow) are illuminated.  The artist wanted us to know something about these faces and the worth of this surprise.
We know Mary’s face, a young teen with her firstborn; how do you put into words the joy and overwhelming sense of fearful wonder that you won’t be good enough for all this? 
At Mary’s side, with his hands folded on the cow’s head, we see contented joy.  This shepherd is just taking-in the human moment…and why not?  It’s not often a common shepherd gets to participate in a world-class event…and in a front-row seat!
The Man in the lower left with hands clasped in a prayerful pose shows wonder, his face is an I-don’t-know-what-to-make-of-this prayerful plea of anxiety over what this will mean; will it all be alright?
The boy next to Mary is pure, excited joy.  “Do you believe this; man, this is great” is the expression of youthful naiveté, who cannot possibly see anything but the upside.  This is the Hallmark moment under the Christmas tree; all gift, no grief.
And lastly (besides the cow who may be looking more at the hay that was supposed to be her supper), at the far (upper) left is a man’s face that speaks the shadow of the cross to me.  His right hand is near his heart, and the left raised in something of a benedictory pose.  At first glance I saw just a bland, unfeeling look on that face.  But on deeper examination I see the pathos of future surprises for this child that transcends such a serene moment of a new baby’s untouched life.  This prayerful shepherd understands life will not be all picnics and walks in the park. 
There are indeed hard times ahead for the Christ child.  His willingness to accept all of it, so I can experience His joy, is present enough for me.
For You Today
My deepest prayer for you today is that whatever you’re preparing for, and whomever you will celebrate this Christmas eve, and the season with, that all these emotions and assurances will be yours, like the suddenly surprises the angels brought so long ago to the shepherds.  Contented joy, mixed with a little anxious anticipation, regained naiveté, and the wisdom of preparing for the cross.  Blessed Christmas…. good tidings!
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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[1] Title Image:  Pixabay.com

Friday, May 19, 2017

God Did Listen!

Friday, May 19, 2017
Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me.  For I cried out to him for help, praising him as I spoke.  If I had not confessed the sin in my heart, the Lord would not have listened.  But God did listen!  He paid attention to my prayer.  Praise God, who did not ignore my prayer or withdraw his unfailing love from me.  Psalm 66:16-20(NLT)
Any parent who has stayed up into the wee hours of Christmas Eve assembling something that Santa brought which has 46 pages of instructions on where to put bolts numbered A-16 through Q-97, knows the feeling of wanting to tell Santa to forget the whole thing. 
I remember one such Yuletide; it was around 3AM when bolt Q-97 was finally in place.  I plugged the monstrosity in, and, to my extreme surprise, the behemoth toy worked just as advertised.  I remember sinking back into my chair and wondering what I was going to do with all that extra time, because, unlike every other Christmas where I would have to pull it all apart to see why it wouldn’t work, this time I was ready; I wanted to shout hallelujah! 
As I laid my head on the pillow, the glorious feeling of mission accomplished brought a smug pride to my being.  It was then I remembered that, for once in my Christmas Eve assembly career, I had actually followed every step in the 46-page instruction manual.  It dawned on me that I couldn’t claim credit for this success; all I could do was give thanks for a manufacturer who actually cared that a kid would get a working toy instead of my usual crumpled mess.  What a revelation:  following the instructions actually works!
The Psalmist found out that this principle also is valid in our relationship with God.  Psalm 66 is a hallel, a worship song that is sung to give praise to God, and instructions to God’s people.  In this song we are told to wrap our minds around a simple process – when you’ve sinned, don’t hold it in…let it out in confession to God.
That…my dear Christmas toy-assembling friend…is the right place for bolt Q-97…and anything else that keeps you from walking with God today.

For You Today

If you want to feel like shouting hallelujah the door to the confessional is always open.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!
NOTES

 I Title image:  By The Photographer (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Waiting

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Dear friends, we are already God’s children, but he has not yet shown us what we will be like when Christ appears. But we do know that we will be like him, for we will see him as he really is.    1 John 3:2(NLT)  
Winter solstice (the shortest day of the year) was just a few days ago, which means the longest day – the summer solstice – won’t happen for six months.  But, despite the solstice positions of heavenly bodies in the universe, Christmas Eve has always been the longest day of the year for me.  It’s just that now it’s for a different reason.

As children we were all impatient; my parents, my generation, the next generation; all!  We have all asked from the back seat of the car:  Are we there yet? 

I can recall a Sunday afternoon in the 1950’s my brother Thom and I were in that back seat, and I just couldn’t wait for the driving to be done, so I could get out and play.  My Dad, longsuffering over the complaints I raised, tried to make the trip bearable.  

He said:  Close your eyes, boys. 
I said:  Why? 
He said:  Just do it, you’ll see. 
I said:  Do I have to?

It went on that way until I heard that tone….Russell Jay Brownworth!! 

When all 3 names came out that way, I knew it was time to be quiet; I’d pushed the envelope far enough!

In my snit, I never even noticed as the car played roller coaster, up-and-then-down through a dip in the road.  Dad was trying for a pleasant diversion to make the trip enjoyable; his ten year old son was doing his best to make everyone else miserable. 

I was pretty good at it!  I just don’t like waiting.

The longest wait in recorded history (for me) was always Christmas Eve.  Of course, it was the excitement of waking up to Christmas morning and family coming, a special breakfast treat, day off from school and all that; but there was also the TREE. 

Ours was usually a humble celebration; Mom and Dad didn’t mortgage the farm to overwhelm us with gifts.  However, there was a rhythm and pattern to the way we opened Christmas gifts.  Each person opened a package in turn, and we all watched and celebrated with the one who now had new socks or a new hat.  It was deliberately slow, presumably to make savoring the experience deeper, but the waiting (for me) was excruciating. 

Even the stocking-stuffers, consisting of wrapped erasers, nail-clippers or bubble gum, were opened with care.  When it was Mom’s turn she always opened hers so carefully she never tore the wrapping paper.  (To this day I think she saved what paper she could to reuse the following year).

I’m a lot older and a little less impatient these days.  I’m still not a fan of waiting, but I have learned to enjoy the trip a little more…rather than just griping about not being at the destination.

This trip we’re on – all of us – headed for eternity, has a lot of questions and back-seat wondering to it.  I try not to be impatient, but sometimes I just find myself so curious, anticipating in every nerve ending about what it will be like to see Jesus and all those loved ones who have gone before.

This is a package I want to unwrap!

For You Today

In your last minute scurrying-around with Christmas celebrations and anticipation, remember to enjoy the trip.

You chew on that out on that Rocky Road today…and have a joy-filled and blessed day!


[1] Title image:  By Kuba Bożanowski from Warsaw, Poland (Waiting), via Wikimedia Commons