happy birthday
'twas the night before christmas...
the eve of Your birth. what You must have been feeling this night before You made Your entrance into the world You created. You came not as a king clothed in earthly splendor, though You deserved the best we had to offer. You should have been wrapped in the finest blankets. people should have been waiting outside Your palace, anticipating Your first sound. but You came a different way.
You choose to be carried by an unwed teenager. only she and Your earthly father knew of Your arrival. the animals made noises in the background as they looked upon Your face for the first time. You sought not the praise of man because You already had the full attention of God. Your first visitors were not kings and priests, but unruly shepherds.
no one knew what lay ahead. but You did. You knew all along.
christmas is the celebration of Your birth. it would have been celebrated as gandi's, joseph smith, and mohammed...it would have been just another prophet's birthday if not for Your resurrection. those three days set You apart; they make You different from all the others.
Your birthday is still comemorated 2,000 years later.
we don't celebrate like this for anyone else.
some celebrate though they don't believe in You. some think it's a holiday just about giving and family. about presents and parties. candies and candles. i can understand why they are okay without You. many times i think i am too. You don't answer all my questions. i can't understand it all. but it seems the odds are in Your favor. 60 historically documented prophesies You fulfilled in your 33 years on earth. the odds of just 8 of them happening are 1:100,000,000,000,000,000...
and just in case we still doubted, You fulfilled all 60.
tomorrow, i'll wake up to my sister jumping on me and i'll try to open my eyes before the present pictures. i'll hope i bought amy the right size pants and eric hasn't purchased for himself the book i got him. we'll give and receive. laugh and tease. eat and sing.
but not without remembering it all began with You.
we breath because You created.
we think because You inspired.
we live because of Your died.
...merry christmas to all and to all a good night.
the eve of Your birth. what You must have been feeling this night before You made Your entrance into the world You created. You came not as a king clothed in earthly splendor, though You deserved the best we had to offer. You should have been wrapped in the finest blankets. people should have been waiting outside Your palace, anticipating Your first sound. but You came a different way.
You choose to be carried by an unwed teenager. only she and Your earthly father knew of Your arrival. the animals made noises in the background as they looked upon Your face for the first time. You sought not the praise of man because You already had the full attention of God. Your first visitors were not kings and priests, but unruly shepherds.
no one knew what lay ahead. but You did. You knew all along.
christmas is the celebration of Your birth. it would have been celebrated as gandi's, joseph smith, and mohammed...it would have been just another prophet's birthday if not for Your resurrection. those three days set You apart; they make You different from all the others.
Your birthday is still comemorated 2,000 years later.
we don't celebrate like this for anyone else.
some celebrate though they don't believe in You. some think it's a holiday just about giving and family. about presents and parties. candies and candles. i can understand why they are okay without You. many times i think i am too. You don't answer all my questions. i can't understand it all. but it seems the odds are in Your favor. 60 historically documented prophesies You fulfilled in your 33 years on earth. the odds of just 8 of them happening are 1:100,000,000,000,000,000...
and just in case we still doubted, You fulfilled all 60.
tomorrow, i'll wake up to my sister jumping on me and i'll try to open my eyes before the present pictures. i'll hope i bought amy the right size pants and eric hasn't purchased for himself the book i got him. we'll give and receive. laugh and tease. eat and sing.
but not without remembering it all began with You.
we breath because You created.
we think because You inspired.
we live because of Your died.
...merry christmas to all and to all a good night.
posted by jill m at 8:58 PM
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