Good morning on this December 20 th, 2023 (Blog #4 of our 3rd week of Advent)
An Irish tradition during Christmastide, was placing candles in the window during persecution, inviting those who would find a safe haven to worship. When asked about this custom the reply was “The lights were an invitation for Joseph and Mary to stay the night!
A candle in the window burns in the eve, as I knock faintly then turn to leave. Then I hear the handle turn and a voice invites me in and guides me to a room. There are pictures on the wall almost as if they are of me, from a small child to a girl who is now grown and tall.
Even though the way may be dark – unable to find our way!
Another door opens slowly, and as I peer in, there is a room so grand with an hour glass of passing sand. A chair sits in the middle and I take a seat, as a kind gentle man beckons me to come with a candle in His hand, explains to me – “When you were weary and could not find your way, your path was dark and you were sure you were lost, your candle with only a flickering flame – I was always there to lead you – To remind you on this Christmas Day 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯
December 22, 2023 (Blog #5 – 3 days before Christmas)
Angels are rejoicing, the Savior has come, searching for those to jointhem in song. Hastening at the midnight hour, knocking on doors weary and tired!
“We are searching for one who will give us bread” An answer is heard “Do not trouble me,the door is now shut and my children are with me in bed”* “It is too late, the bread in the oven not yet baked”
*Luke 11:7-8 Encouraging us to always be persistence in prayer
“The day has been long with joy and laughter and too much to drink” Then turning his face, into slumber once more he falls asleep – while the angels weep!
Once again with a persistent knock “Please give us bread that we may eat”And because of their persistence he rises, gathering a few crumbs, stumbling to the door, promising a loaf with the rising of the sun!
I wonder do we do the same, neglecting the rappings on our heart strings? Until they become fainter and the angels grow weary, but always returning with hope we will hear!
It is the day before Christmas and heaven is astir, a flurry of angels preparing for flight to this world.
Their beloved Lord has stepped down from His throne, becoming a baby planted in a virgin girl.The great Creator, One with the Father, and the Holy Spirit,
Mary heavy with labor, Joseph in search of a place to rest, only in a humble stable they have found. A Star in the sky, the sound of choirs praising the birth of a Baby Boy!
The Star of Bethlehem bringing hope to a fallen world!
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