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Christmas Countdown 2019….Day 24


Good Christmas Eve to you!

As I type, I can see the word count at the end of our journey and we are at 12,000 plus words and yet this morning I struggle to form any cohesive thoughts as I finished reading the Easter story while I drank my coffee from a Christmas mug and thought back over this Advent season spent with you. 

My throat is constricted tight as hot tears fill my eyes. 

I read about the angels this morning and I wonder if they were some of the same ones who sang the night He was born. 

These angels who were there when the Holy Spirit busted open the grave and were filled with awe and wonder to see Him emerge. 

The ones who hung around in the garden waiting for people to wander back to tend His broken and dead body and leave filled with mind-numbing amazement that He was gone. 

Were they the ones who had ministered to Him after the temptations in the desert? Did they rest around Him as He slept in the boat? Did they attend His parents when this young family fled to Egypt and were they wrapped tight around Him when He would slip through angry mobs? 

I wonder if it was with great restraint that they kept from filling the skies with their hallelujahs over this surprise ending of final victory just days after having to have turned their heads away as God turned His back on His Son for us.

I think about the disciples and wonder about Peter and the way he was kicking myself for denying Christ and yet was compelled to run with all his might to see if what the women had said was true. 

I think of the women, fixers we are you know, always ready to get all the things together and do what needs to be done for our people. There they were with spices and wraps and such to prepare the perfect burial and yet robbed of the corpse needed to complete the project. 

I think of the men headed home who shake their heads at this goober of a guy who hasn’t even heard about Jesus and as they explain it to this ignorant man, He explains all of Scripture to them so that their hearts burn within them and they get to share the first communion with their Savior. 

I think of His followers huddling in a room and all of a sudden He is there and eating fish and then disappearing and how they followed Him out to where He finally ascends to heaven and how they went back to Jerusalem rejoicing and telling everyone and it is because of them that we can know. 

This Christ of Christmas is alive. 

This story of beginning that we celebrate is the story of hope and restoration and a promise of His return. 

He came and He is coming again. 

Rejoice and be filled with great joy. 

Emmanuel is God WITH us.

The Word of God made His dwelling among us.

There are no other words needed.


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