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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Christmas Story

A favorite tradition is the reading of the Christmas Story--particularly the account from the Gospel of Luke. This is the best Christmas "story" of all because I know it is Truth; this story gives us the true meaning of Christmas. As I was telling my chapel students, Christmas is not about getting together with family and friends; giving and receiving gifts; making and eating Christmas goodies; singing Christmas carols and seeing Christmas plays...the list could go on. The reason why we celebrate Christmas is to remember Christ's birth. The beginning of God's plan for the redemption of mankind.

Luke 2:1-20

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.


And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.


And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.


And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.


And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.


But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.


And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.



What Child is This


What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

{CHORUS}

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.


These pictures were taken from Google Images.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Born To Die

Not a palace for the little King, Nor a pillow for His bed; Not a scepter for His royal hand, Nor a crown adorns His head. Born in a manger long ago, How could the Savior love me so? He left His throne for Calvary, He came to earth for me.
Ron Hamilton


Yes, death is a natural occurrence in life: Everyone will come to the end of their life at some point.

During the Christmas season, we remember the birth of Christ. His story is found in the Gospels and is preceded by many prophets who foretold His birth. He who had no beginning and has no end, came to earth in the form of a Baby. The King of the universe deigned to be born in a stable to a humble Mother and step-Father. He had one purpose: He was born so that I might live. He was born to grow up and walk the Road of Life so that I might know He understands EVERYTHING I go through. He was born so that He could be jeered and scoffed; spat upon and mis-treated; He went to the Cross where He hung and died so that I might have eternal life. He came because He loved me so. And, He came for you--because He loves you too.

Mr. Ron Hamilton expresses it well when he penned these words:

Born To Die

On the night Christ was born,
Just before break of morn,
As the stars in the sky were fading,
O'er the place where He lay, 
Fell a shadow cold and gray
Of a cross that would humble a King.

Jesus knew when he came
He would suffer in shame;
He could feel every pain and sorrow.
But He left Paradise,
With His blood He paid the price--
My redemption to Jesus I owe.

From his throne Jesus came,
Laid aside Heaven's fame
In exchange for the cross of Calv'ry;
For my gain suffered loss,
For my sin He bore the cross--
He was wounded and I was set free.

Dearest Lord, evermore
May Thy cross I adore
As I follow the path to Calv'ry;
Of Thy death I partake,
My ambition I forsake--
All my will I surrender to Thee.

{Chorus}

Born to die upon Calvary,
Jesus suffered my sin to forgive;
Born to die upon Calvary,
He was wounded that I might live.