You’re Invited!

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I love Christmas! Come enjoy my  decorating. Think carols and mulled wine around! Take a glass and let’s toast the season!

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Back at last!

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After several weeks of internet problems, a heavy and dibilitating cold and the enormous learning curve of a new laptop with new programs etc. (and not being able to find my Word press password to use on it) I’m finally reconnected, updated (somewhat lol!) and recovered ready for my favourite time of year Christmas!

Appologies to all my comrade blog writers for extreme neglect in both posting and reading.  Looking forward to all your wonderful Christmas posts!

Why keep Christ in Christmas?

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I received an invitation, from my eldest, to celebrate “Chrimbo” together ??? My younger daughter enlightenned me….. First “Xmas” and now “Crimbo” – are people afraid of the word Christ? Without him there would be no Christmas! This post from Steve Maraboli explains.

Why keep Christ in Christmas?

feed the hungry

clothe the naked

forgive the guilty

welcome the unwanted

care for the ill

love your enemies

and do unto others

as you would have them done unto you.

 

 

Christmas Illumination.

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I’d heard this song many times, but this morning it spoke to my heart.

“Cast out our sin”… those secret sins hidden in the heart, pride, selfishness, arrogance, the ones we hide from all but Him.

“Enter in”… the habitation of Christ – the only way we can love the way He loves, His spirit in us. This may seem scary, to give free entrance to another, our will giving way to theirs (visions of “The exorcist”). But not with Christ, for “God is love”. His spirit is love, pure love bringing joy, peace and compassion for our fellow man.  It’s like having the one you are totally in love with, and whom you trust utterly, live within you, knowing you can never be parted and that He’ll defend and care for you, not only in this life but forever.

“Be born in us today.” We celebrate Jesus’ birth at Christmas, yet He can be born in our hearts every day, the Christmas miracle replayed many times over. I’ve long believed that was what He meant when He said, “greater things shall ye do because I go to the Father.” His power and love manifest in millions of hearts around the world. Only in this way can peace on earth truly come. Though we may be well meaning, our hearts are not pure enough without his spirit ( the hidden sins remain) and without His power we cannot defeat the evils of this world.

I rejoiced in the realisation that the miracle of Christmas can live in my heart every day – Christ with man.

Shepherd. (Christmas flash fiction)

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“Get out of my way scum! Get these beasts off the road!”
He could have said he had as much right on the road as they did, but he held his tongue. He knew better. Instead, nodding in a servile manner, he attempted to clear a path for the merchant and his retinue. The sheep, as always, were not co-operative, milling in confused circles.
“Incompetent imbecile!” the merchant muttered striking him a passing blow with his riding stick as he forced his way through. He said nothing, what was there to say. He was a shepherd, lowest of the low. Shepherds had a bad reputation and it was not altogether unfounded, He, himself, was no innocent, well what else was he meant to do, a man had to eat…
Settling down for the night he pulled the sheepskin cloak around him. It was cold out on the hillside, but the sheep must be guarded. He’d be out here for days seeking winter pasture.
When young he’d dreamed of having his own sheep, but that dream was long passed, as were dreams of a family. No, he’d be out here with the sheep, alone, abandoned till the day he died.
The sheep were restless, perhaps there was a predator? Grabbing his staff he looked around. Nothing! There was an odd stillness, a light wind blew up and the night sky slowly became defused with light. Fascinated he watched. Suddenly a face loomed in the darkness, glowing with power and light.
Terrified he ran cowering among the sheep. God had sent an angel to judge him! Surely an angel of death!
“Don’t be afraid, I bring good news!” a voice like water rang out. Speechless and trembling he cringed, not daring to move. “Good news, to bring joy to all people.” It was somehow the way he emphasised “ALL” that took away the fear. “For you is born today, in David’s city, a saviour, Christ the Lord.” A saviour, for me? The words resounded in his heart “ FOR YOU!”
“This shall be a sign. You shall find the baby swaddled and lying in a manger.” At these last words the sky exploded with light. Hundreds of angelic beings glowed, lending their voices to a chorus of, “ Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace to men of good will.”
His heart burst with joy, joining the heavenly chorus, for he had understood. The saviour was not only for the rich and mighty, for the holy and righteous, but for him also, and he had been chosen, above the merchants, even above princes, to hear the glad tidings and gaze on the messiah.
Grasping his staff, he’d dropped in terror, he left the sheep (surely God would care for them) and strode off towards Bethlehem. He was not alone he noticed, others had seen also. He chuckled, like him they were shepherds, the lowest of the low.
(This story was inspired by learning the view we have of shepherds is very different to that held in the Middle East back then when they were considered little more than dishonest vagabonds. Which makes the choice of shepherds even more meaningful.)