Tis the Season.
To forget our lives of quiet desperation.
Mr. Thoreau searched diligently for hope, yet it is said he believed that most men go to the grave without ever finding their song.
But, even old, worn-out Santa Claus brought hope and fun to a war-ravaged world in the 1940’s. Our family had almost NO “purchased-in-a-store” presents, but the junk bicycle Daddy found and restored for my 10th Christmas was better than gold to me. Mother always told us that “Santa Claus is the spirit of Christmas and love.” Hummm. Sounds okay to me!
Regardless of serpents and lies and a fallen world, I happen to know that HOPE lives.
Hope. And Love. Forgiveness. Absolute completeness. Our Song of songs is alive and well today.
Because on that holy and glorious morning of mornings, Jesus Christ gave HOPE and LIFE to a lost and hopeless world when He became man and lived among us.
AND, without CHRISTmas and the birth of the Son of Man, there would be no Easter morning.
I am tired this year…physically. It’s been a difficult year. Not bad, just difficult. Yet, because the Messiah came, we MUST celebrate.
Christmas is in my heart.
Christmas is on our hill.
Christmas is on this blog.
So far as I can tell, Truth has not been totally eradicated and most churches continue to remember the birth of the Savior in special events and celebrations and children’s pageants and Advent candles during December each year. We, as God’s wayward children will continue to shout Alleluias and Hosanna in the Highest and Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD.