“Rise, take up your bed!” the Master said. * An imperative command, yet uttered with such love.
What does it really mean— To be surrounded by Love? Gently encompassed each moment In every joy and every triumph, In every crisis and tear Eternally, perpetually, Held in Love’s sweet embrace? Metaphors abound, and they help: A mother’s care, a father’s watchful eye. The poetry of the ages tries to capture it, But oh what a challenge it is To express infinity in mere words.
You hear that, daughter? Did you not think those words were for you too? No more status of a servant, but stature of a son, with all that that title, legacy includes. You know what that means? No more subtle distance back seat subservience implied culpability object for service vehicle for heir pedestal of purity tempter— no more a light to facilitate someone else’s light.
“What was I thinking?” I asked myself. I’d let my goat be gotten.
In every village, town, or hamlet, on every country road, city street, or battlefield comes the comfort song of Christ to listening hearts, worldwide: “I am here to help and save you. Have no fear! Wherever you may dwell, I am here to bless and heal you, I am here, and all is well, I am here, and all is well!” —Anne Holway Higgins.
Jesus, Master, commands, “Be born again”; “be perfect. ” * Christ appearance shows man’s spiritual origin, no mortal infant birth.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. — Isaiah 9:6 The promise given long ago is still intact today, the promise of a government that holds eternal sway.
Make space for angels— Walk with them, talk with them, Sing to high heaven with them! Then let them whisper to you, Telling you who’s with you: The angel of patience, the angel of grace, The angel of kindness, the angel of peace, The angel of laughter, the angel of joy, The angel of healing, the angel of love, The angels who brought the news That Christ is here, now and forever, And that we too are the children of God. No one is ever alone With friends such as these.
Mary and Joseph were refugees Fleeing from hatred and fear. They sought God’s protection for safety and care For the sweet promised child they held dear, For Herod had vowed to murder all babes Who might threaten his kingship and reign.
Is it just about a decorated tree, or glitter of wrapped gifts for you and me? Can it really be about those invitations to celebrate with feasting and libations? What truly honors Jesus’ humble birth, the advent of the Christ-power here on earth, fulfillment of the Scriptures’ prophecy? It is our love of truth, the holy light from God above It is God’s angel thoughts to which we bow, Immanuel which touches our hearts now and frees us from each finite, worldly notion— distractions from God-centered, pure devotion. Let’s feel Christ’s gentle presence, prayer by prayer, the healing power that comforts every care.