beating in perfect rhythm suddenly
drops
with just a few words.
words so unexpected.
words perhaps whispered in
fear so intense.
or words drenched with
sorrow all consuming.
words to take your very
breath away.
and have we all not been there?
and what does the heart do when
these words are whispered just
days before the day for which
that heart has been waiting
with anticipation?
Christmas.
how does heartache intense
fit into the manger scene
and angels singing and
shepherds worshiping
and the baby who
was undiminished
deity wrapped in
complete humanity?
oh but in reality how perfectly it fits!
allow the eyes of your heart
to step into that town of
Bethlehem for just
a moment...
Mary and Joseph huddled
over a manger in a stable meager
on the edge of town.
a baby wrapped in strips of cloth
was lying in that manger.
they knew.
they knew they were gazing at
the very Son of God.
shepherds silently slip
through stable's door and
kneel at the manger.
they knew.
they knew they were gazing at
the Savior of the world.
I wonder if Mary saw the shadow.
the shadow of a cross
falling across the manger.
I wonder if she knew the 'how'
of how her baby boy would
one day save His people
from their sins.
a hush blanketed the stable.
a sense of awe and wonder
illuminated the darkness.
for the Light had been born.
and darkness was pierced
forever
because of the shadow
which was cast over
the manger that night.
the cross.
and because of the cross
we have hope.
hope in the dark times.
hope in the fearful times.
hope is the grieving times.
hope in the shadow of
the cross.
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