GOOD tidings. GREAT joy. ALL people…born to YOU…a SAVIOR.
Luke 2.10-11 A Savior! How simply wonderful is that? And so worth the celebration!
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Luke 2.10-11 A Savior! How simply wonderful is that? And so worth the celebration!
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That “greatest fact” is worth receiving as a reminder that Christmas’ celebration never need be argued against because “it costs so much.” Decorating and celebrating—giving and receiving gifts at this season—are not unworthy practices (as though “spending” at Christmas was merely “commercial”).
It’s not so, loved one. Never let yourself become snared in that cynical trap! Christmas has always been costly—from the very beginning, in fact. It cost Heaven everything!
Bethlehem‘s barnyard cradle wasn’t the only sacrifice. It was simply the original packaging for the treasure that Heaven’s heart was giving us. The Cross was the real price of Christmas, for it was wrapped in the Gift from the start—a Gift that was marvelously and mysteriously provided for and pre-paid from before all time! (1 Peter 1:20; Revelation 13:8).
So it was, the Christmas Child came to us. And in light of appropriately evaluating that costly gift, everything in me wants to answer a call I hear the Spirit whispering this season. He’s summoning me—can you hear Him too? He’s calling us to “spend big” this season—to do so in a dynamic and holy way…in the light of Heaven’s gift of the Child.
Join me in “spending” whatever needs to be “laid out or laid down” for God to find in me another “child of Christmas.” I want the willingness of His only begotten Son—a willing readiness to go, to love, to serve, to give, and to care for human need and brokenness—to be replicated in me. –Jack Hayford
Jack so gets it, doesn’t he?
It was funny and cute and warm and sweet and had a great surprise ending and even some ghosts of the Merry Gentlemen of WWII. It was supposed to be a little scary-spooky (but wholly Christmasy) in a darkened restaurant as the main character of the story came to some important conclusions about life. Ya know – classic Christmas story-stuff.
The “eerie” voices are Dave-the-husband, Dave-the-son-in-law and Rocky. It was really cool. LISTEN….
CLICK on the link, then click on it again when it shows up in its’ own window. It will give you a Quicktime screen for listening.
Ecclesiastes 8.1-8 begins To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven…
And includes A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance…
Discerning the times takes the wisdom to know what this time, right now, is to be. Mourning doesn’t last forever, but let’s not rush it.
Pontificating will have its’ time. Polarized preachers and politicians will be heard. But right now?
[We] mourn with those who mourn. Romans 12.15
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“Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women!”
But…Could she even have imagined, when the angel came to tell her she’d been chosen by God, that her heart would, could ever hurt this badly? Could she have comprehended when she obeyed and received the invitation of God Almighty that it would not exempt her from agony in raising this son to watch him die for the sins of the world? Did she realize that the honor of carrying the Light-seed of God, His very Glory, could also bring anguish and despair, could break her heart into a million pieces, too?
“How can this be?” she had asked the Angel, Gabriel, when he’d announced to her that she, though a virgin, would conceive and bring forth a Son. It must have been awe-inspiring, mystical, with trepidations – a decision had to be made.
Later, I wonder, as she watched Him arrested and beaten and hanging on a cross, was she asking that same question again? How can this be, my sinless Son?
Then the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God.”
Did it feel like favor when all seemed lost?
My low-church Protestant background eschewed anything that could remotely be considered “Mary worship” and we have missed the beauty of this admirable woman.
Last Christmas, I had a renewed regard of Mary and what she represents for us. She was a girl who was called by God and she struggled to understand and comprehend – and was troubled by it, perhaps sensing it could hurt her and would be beyond overwhelming. But she said yes. She said yes to the gift and blessing of God in her life, yes to whatever will be, yes to the joy of His birth and the mystery of His life and the agony of His death before her very eyes.

Mary, did you know? And if you had foresight, would you, for the Glory, do it all agin? Yes, I think she would.
I don’t worship her, I am not praying to her, but I am of the generations who call her blessed (Luke 1.48), and I wholeheartedly do. She was humble, she was obedient, she said yes to God.
Let it be to me according to Your Word, O LORD.


This year, Gavin is 9 1/2, Hunter is 8. Guini is 7 1/3, Gemma May is 5 1/2. Averi will be 5 on Feb. 2 and Amelie will turn 3 in the spring.



Merry Christmas one and all.
Resurrection Fellowship (www.rez.org) does Christmas great. The “Christmas Letters” are really good, old-fashioned testimonies and very touching! Great orchestra, dancers from adults down to 24″ tall, an orchestra, a choir – they do it all.
Rocky invited the wonderful Lewis “Proxy” Brown to sing on his song. It was great. Oh, and I didn’t know all the guys with the silver trash cans, but the amazing SETHRY CONNOR was one! :) Hi, Sethry!
I was here. At Rez, in church. This morning.
PS – If you have Apple TV, you can watch my Youtube channel: wholehearteddevotion (all one word). Go, enjoy!
“For a woman giving birth, that moment when bebe passes, bloody and gasping, from the hiding place (where God has been knitting the child together) into air and bright light – is not that moment one of great triumph, the very glory of God revealed, somehow perhaps even symbolizing death passing to life? Glorious!” –From a blog I wrote awhile back, {see it here} about giving God the HIGHEST praise, the honor and glory that is His.
Thought about it in relation to Mary, giving birth to Glory…
Andy Williams churned out Christmas specials regularly. They are part of the background noise of my growing up years, an easy-listening soundtrack to my life and times.
Obviously at some point I became too sophisticated and cool for Andy’s shows (she says rolling her eyes at her posturing silly-determined-girl phase, before real maturity set in). Apparently the whole world got over him, too. For the Christmas specials ceased.
He died a few months ago and I wrote about it {HERE}, but I happened across this yesterday on YouTube (thanks for the suggestion You-tube-robots – you really do get me, it seems) and how delightful! 59 minutes and 17 seconds of pure, unadulterated red-and-green-over-the-top-joy-to-the-world-sacred-and-silly CHRISTMAS. Yes, CHRISTMAS in all caps!
There are appearances by the Williams Brothers Singers (Andy’s sibs) and the Osmonds started with Andy, ya know. Claudette Longet, Andy’s French and oh so very modern and extremely cool wife is a treasure. She sings. Lovely!
Hook it up to your giant flat-screen TV and get some hot chocolate and cookies and I promise you will have a Christmas experience like never before…unless you were watching in the 1960s and 70s…in which case you will do it because you KNOW it was wonderful and the best of Christmas times! A little hokey? Well, heck yes! That is why I LOVE it.
The sun is shining bright. All six of my grandbebes are in the backyard using their “outdoor” voices (loosely translated as “loud”), and they are playing, they tell me, “family.”
The trees are lit and sparkly in the sun, too and there are Nativity sets and Santa Claus’s everywhere. Dave has been playing Bing on the stereo, for we want them to know the music that will stand the test of time at Christmas.
The house is festive and Christmas is just 18 days away.
But the sound I am loving is not the music, nor the bells of Christmas. Not this morning.
It is the back door open wide and 6 little children I love like crazy just running like banshees and yelling and laughing and falling down and oops…some one did something that caused an abrupt moment of silence followed by, Oh noooo…but as suddenly as the break in the madness came, it dissipates into raucous laughter and banshee-running-hollering again. Music to my ears.
And it sounds so good. So very good.