Dusk is a time that often goes unnoticed. Wednesday was no exception for me. Reading in the back seat, driving from one family to another, I had no reason to look up, out the window, other than the fact that the words on the page became increasingly dim. Though the fading light seemed only a subtle reminder of the passing time, my casual observation turned to wonder as I watched the sun sink in a bevy of golds, orange, and purple, deepening until the sky stood in velvety softness overhead, punctured by the hard glitter of December stars. And as I saw the canvas of the heavens change before my eyes, and as the subtle alterations smoothed day and night together, I could not help but gasp in awe at the powerful gentleness of my God. The care with which such a gorgeous transformation was brought about could not be performed by man were there a hundred men devoted for a hundred years to that one slip of the sun into night. And Jehovah had not even to say a word...
That God. That Creator. He came here. For nine months he grew as any baby grows within its mother. He was born. He was hungry as any baby is hungry. He walked. He fell. He learned. He laughed. He cried. As any baby. Just any baby.
But He was the God who commands the heavens.
And He did not stay a baby.
God is good.
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel. (Isa. 7:14)
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. (Luke 2:14)
Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. (Rom. 5:1)Merry Christmas...
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