Away, in a Manger...
Another Christmas comes by…
I sit in my poorly furnished rented apartment, sipping self-made chai, lost in a world of my own…
Sweet memories of the Christmases gone by, linger…
This year, I decided not to go home.
The mega family reunion isn’t happening either…Christmas has always been the well-justified reason for the family scattered all over the globe to come together…
I miss my family...
I miss good ol’ friends…the laughter…the clatter…
I’m afraid, I’m giving you a very melancholy picture of a poor soul bereft of the Christmas joy!
NO!
This Christmas is the most special of the all the others I’ve had so far!
And here’s why…
I don’t miss Jesus, this time!
For the first time, I sat in absolute awe of the Infinite, Indescribable, Massive God, confining Himself to a tiny cell in the virgin’s womb…Do you get the picture that stumped me? The Creator King, stooping down to be one of his creations…the Star-breather, reducing Himself to a curse on the cross…the Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscient God coming in search of a nobody called me! Last Christmas, I gladly shrunk into a lowly Bethlehem and reveled in my identity I found in it…this time, I’m marveled at the very concept of the BIG GOD choosing to come into Bethlehem…and at the magnanimity of the love that compelled Him to do so! “For God sooo loved the world….” has begun to make sense to me, at last!
This is the first time, I let the Savior own my manger! How ridiculous is the idea of the Most Holy God choosing a smelly, filthy manger, for his grand entry into the world He created? And, how much of a fool would you have to make of yourself, to let the very same Holy God step into the manger of your life? That filthy area of life replete with ungodliness, which you are ashamed to open up in front of anyone? I don’t know what the manger means for you. But for me, it was an area full of hurt, bitterness, unforgiveness and rebellion! Through the years I had let Him step into it- I must add, into the relatively cleaner areas of it! This time, He was asking for more- He wanted to own it! I couldn’t have debated that for long…He only had to remind me that He’s already paid a huge price for it and is awaiting my approval!
What do you do, when you are swept off your feet?
Well, this Christmas, I’m too bowled over to even hum a love song, let alone a carol! :-)
Have a Merry CHRISTmas, my beloved readers!!! God bless you!!!
posted by Sarah at
Monday, December 24, 2007
3 Comments:
I once read in a book , a new believer, a lady came to the ladies' prayer meeting and asked them if she could read smthin she found in the Bible.
She said she'd found the MOST BEAUTIFUL verse...
and then she started , For...God soooo loved...the world... She was speaking as if she was overwhelmed by every single word... That He gave His One and only Son, ..that those who believe in Him...shall not perish... Then a look of wonder on her face but have everlasting life!!
All the ladies were weeping by the time she finished. :)
How often we take for granted what God has done.. how VERY often!
Ohhh...i know what u r sayin!! For the first time, (When i was writing the post), i chanted the verse in my heart feelin every syllable of it!! Indescribable Love!!
No one really has a choice over their place of birth. How about your place of death and burial? Even the wicked are given a decent burial. I hear even the criminal on a death row gets a priest to pray for him before he accepts the hangman's noose. He even gets a chance to say his last words.
However when Christ died, He died with spit on his face, thorns on his head, his back torn open, side pierced, stripped naked and nailed to a Roman cross only to be ridiculed by the people passing by.
As you said, when i think of the place Christ chose to be born, it touches me. But when i think of the manner which Christ chose to die, it makes me weep.
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