Merry Christmas

At this time of year we are reminded of the Birth of Christ. During Easter we are reminded of his Crucifixion. We are taught of his teaching in the temple at the age of twelve.

What about all the years before the teaching in the temple.

As I watched the "Passion of The Christ" I was made to weep for the child.

When he fell, his Mom picked him up and cuddled him, kissed his head and felt his pain.

I wonder at his growing experience. Did he grow and learn as we did? Did he have illness as a regular child of the earth did?

How many friends did he run outside with only to be admonished by his Mom that Work had to be done first?

I wonder at the boy, I know the baby, and the man but I wonder at his majesty as a boy.



We know his time had not come until the wedding feast when he turned the water into wine.

He at that time admonished his Mom telling her, "Woman what am I to do with you, It is not my time?"

Wine? Yes, it was wine, it was the New wine, it was perfect for a beautiful feast.
I would love to have drank of that wine.

However today, I drink of his majesty in many more ways. I can feel him all around me in anything I do. I can feel his tender touch when I am in pain emotionally or spiritually.
I know him as he is, not as he was.

I know him as my Savior and my guide, Not as the baby in a manger, Not as a man on a cross. The cross is gone, the Grave was opened wide. He walked among men for a few days, then ascended into Heaven to Save our Souls.

I love to think of him as a child though. As you pass children in the street or look into your own babies eyes. Remember his Mom looked at him and when she kissed him, she kissed the face of God.

When you kiss your babies, it is a place an angel kissed as God handed that child to you. You owe it to that child to teach them all you can of Gods Love.

How else will they know? The world is trying to take that away from us and we as Christians sit idly by and let it happen. I make it a point to say Merry Christmas to everyone I meet.
NO one can take that away. My voice is a voice given by My God.
A voice to glorify his name.

Merry Christmas