I think we can all agree that there is nothing sweeter than a baby.
Jesus birth is the most famous and beloved stories of all time. The joy that was evident at the arrival of the Son of God would be beyond anything we could imagine. God came down to save us in the form of a sweet baby boy. He would grow up to greatness.
But the passage that often sticks with me is when Jesus is brought to the temple to be blessed and Simeon tells His mother, Mary, that a sword will pierce her soul.
This might not be the most reassuring blessing to a young mother.
But Simeon saw the end at the beginning and He wanted to remind Mary that Jesus was God’s son sent to save the world. A Savior.
Mary knew that there would be good days and bad days. Most mothers already know this. Mary’s knowledge though was even more important since her son’s future would save His people by sacrificing His life. World without end. Amen.
Thank you Lord Jesus for blessing us this Christmas with the reminder of the love you showed to us in your life, your love, and your never-ending grace.
We are blessed beyond measure. We are blessed for eternity.
Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was on him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah. Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required, Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:
“Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,
you may now dismiss your servant in peace.
For my eyes have seen your salvation,
which you have prepared in the sight of all nations:
a light for revelation to the Gentiles,
and the glory of your people Israel.”
The child’s father and mother marveled at what was said about him. Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: “This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
In the corner of my home office is a sweet, skinny white Christmas tree glowing with colorful mini lights. I leave it up year round with lights blazing twenty-four hours a day.
Most people might think this is unusual or even odd, but I love the idea that every day is Christmas for believers.
We are in the post-Easter season and have recently celebrated the resurrection. This is the most momentous and important day for Christians.
But I daily celebrate the arrival of the newborn baby, born in lowly surroundings and witnessed by shepherds and their flock. Such humble beginnings for a King.
I long for His return.
My Christmas tree reminds me to celebrate the life, birth and the arrival of Immanuel. He makes my daily happiness complete and my future is certain. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate that?
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.
I love the late medieval and Renaissance paintings depicting the life of Christ. But my favorites are always the paintings that show the Virgin Mary with the baby Jesus in her arms.
These depictions are the Christmas cards that I save and frame or hang on my inspiration board. The way Mary holds her precious child and relishes the moment is forever captured by an artist who is inspired to depict this significant time in history.
In the original church, art was used to teach people about Jesus who were unable to read. In essence, art was like a history book that shared Christ’s life on earth. What a moving and lovely way to learn about Jesus. Paintings draw us into the subject matter and allow us, for a moment, to think about Jesus in a way that words cannot accomplish. The paintings reach to the very core of a person who studies the painter’s canvas. Some works of art are too beautiful for words.
I know this may seem an odd post for the Saturday before Palm Sunday but these lovely cards that I look at daily remind me of a happy time. Even knowing the end at the beginning we can appreciate the precious moments of celebration and glory. And so it goes with Palm Sunday.
We sing each Christmas “O Come Let Us Adore Him” and that is what happened that special Palm Sunday as people came to herald the entrance of Jesus into Jerusalem. Almost thirty-three years after His birth, we get one more happy moment of His earthly life to celebrate the Son of God.
O come all ye faithful, come let us adore him…
“O come let us adore Him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore Him
Christ the Lord”