Imagine the humility, a King stepped down from His throne becoming everything for everyone who'd care to hear His heart, becoming life eternal for mortal souls, becoming Jesus, Saving. I was looking up His childhood and my, the tears and joy for my astounded mind to wrap up all it entailed, to weigh up this fact: that Immanu [with us] was EL [The Most High LORD GOD ALMIGHTY] Immanu-EL CAME! He came for everyone and He’s coming again for His children who left their first etsate, chosing an embodiment in this plane of existence.
At age seven, I watched momma and her sisters decorate lush green cyprus trees that shriveled and died a week later, my sisters and I dutifully swept the brown pines out of our humble abode, grumbling over whose turn it was to clean its mess. Even then, I knew there was more to this season than wanting trees, shimmering lights and special meals. We weren't religious you see, we just knew about The Lord, sang songs, made merry, it was Christmas after all. I remember appreciating family, there was much joy to that and even though I wasn't the most social of siblings, it felt right, in such moments and every other year afterwards. That year I somewhat perceived the story foretold and retold myriads of times. The wonder of the world, a virgin conceived, a child was begotten by Our Father for a people born into servitude, this child—a gift, so free and encompassing. I was a simpleton then, didn't think much of Him, must've mumbled, "oh, wow...how kind of The Father to give His Son?" And this Holy Son never truly resonated with me in a personal mindframe and mayhap, He wouldn't have, if not by The Father's mercies thirteen years later.
In 2014, I acknowledged Him as True, my Savior King and traversed this lifeline holding on to Him in the chasms of my heart as the most dearest of all beings. He converted me, set me free, restored my sight, woke me up, but it regrettably took seven more years [2020] to completely bow down to His authority and Lordship, rethinking all He entailed, that parable, selling everything...to buy hidden treasure.
I pray you seek TRUTH and find that whatever you are searching for to fill the void within you [you know what I'm talking about, that Godshaped hole] apart from Christ—The King of Kings, is temproral and vain. I hope when you come to yourself and are awakened from your stupor, you'll call to mind this great LOVE.
Time stood still as heaven came down, birthing redemption and restitution.
Please listen to all the audio books about Jesus's birth and childhood, it wrecked me y'all.
Merry everything to you and your family, if you care, share this whichever way you are led to.
Also, Jesus wasn’t born on the 25th of December!🙂
Shirlin
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