May your Christmas day be filled with meaningful family time, good food, warm cozy beverages, Classic Christmas music, joyful gift exchanges, and most importantly; time for reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas day:
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in another obscure village where He worked in a carpentry shop until He was thirty. Then for three years, He was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a home. He didn't go to college. He never set foot in a big city. He never traveled more than two hundred miles from the place He was born. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to his enemies. And went through a mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross, between two thieves.
While He was dying, His executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on Earth.
When he was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure for much of the human race.
All the armies that ever marched,
all the navies that ever sailed,
all the parliaments that ever sat
and all the kings that ever reigned, put together,
have not affected the lives of man upon this earth as powerfully as this.......
One Solitary Life.
by Dr. Jame Allen Francis, 1926
the nativity. from Marianne Bach on Vimeo.
No comments:
Post a Comment