In the middle of the night... a small babe myself... hugged the window sill to view 'the star'. So there was a birth to remember and now a star to help me remember it. Well, I wanted my own star! Why was this the only babe with a star? ~And why did it seem to appear every year over my home? Still, it was so beautiful; it just had to mean something more than reminding us of a birth.
As a child, I noticed storm clouds that hid the viewing of the star. Where did it go? It's great brightness decided to shine elsewhere? I grew and realized the wise magi followed this same star for two years. Guess they never had storm clouds. The babe was two years old, living in a house with his parents, when the magi arrived with gifts and worship. I knew nothing of worship but gifts were something else.
Hmmm, get a star, get a gift? Wait! Every year that I watched for this star I had a gift, waiting for me, the next morning. I didn't understand but I was aging faster than the babe, so I had more time, I think...
Friday, December 2, 2011
As a child I grew up with the babe in the manger. Every year He was continually placed in the manger; though I wondered, when would He grow up? There came a time I lost interest in the day and considered all lost and bothersome. The commercial governing of His life kept Him small. Yet somewhere within, an inner thing, a spirit of love, truth, guidance, I felt brought back. The innocence of a child, a babe, living to eventually die for me, was an astonishing revelation. I needed a God experience to instill the belief that held my heart.
I've had so many God experiences. Many times, many miracles... many moments of proof to last me a lifetime. I experienced faith and each time, presented has been more remarkable; more than a feeling.
I cling to the message: “In this life you shall have trials and tribulations, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world.”
I'll write more soon! Thank you, and Good Christmas.
Credit: “Christmas Land” ~ Jessie Barnes, 1989 (free share photo site).