Silent Night!
(a Christian challenge)
Christmas time---a
celebration of the gift of the miracle of “Life”.
Flashes of an instant, an episode, an
event, an adventure flow through the corridors of the mind; these life
experiences, fired in the memory through the senses, evoke myriad images stored
in the lexicon of each individual, waiting for review to stir the emotion to
passion for want of more. “Déjà vu”…the memories come flooding back, welcomed,
nourished and cherished. Those eons of instances blended into years which
become the emotional sum total of life.
Like: Silent Night! Believers all know
the Christmas song; better yet, each has lived the ambiance of the reality of
the touching lyrics and the embracing melody. It is there in memories,
entrenched in experiences, nuanced within the psyche, brought visual by the
senses. Some are exceedingly blessed to be in tune with such emotions,
seemingly…always. Everyone is fortunate enough to capture the pleasure, on occasion.
But, at Christmas! Memories live!
Hear, then listen to the absorbing
silence, see black velvet in its infinity spectacularly pierced with the
blue-white diamonds bejeweling Jesus’ crown, taste solitude in the communion of
the Trinity, smell freshness in the warmth of hot baked bread, touch love in a
tender caress. With a single-minded purpose, choose, decide to savor this
particular instant, enjoy the moment, grasp the episode and squeeze it for all
it is worth, dare live the adventure which is the very gift of life.
That ultimate present is God’s miracle
bestowed, life is. One moment, then another; life!
And, like God-given talents, it is not
to be hoarded, nor feared, nor worried, nor saved…life is expressly to be lived
freely, to the fullest, without bounds, to be experienced, to be challenged.
Recurring themes from our dear Lord’s
words are: “Fear not!” and “Follow Me!” Professed Christian theology founded on
these beliefs support two admonitions oft quoted by the erudite elitists in a
vacant effort to establish mediocrity: “You can’t do that!” and “That’ll never
work!”
These empty words are too quickly
offered, mostly, without request, and, also, many times spoken, even by
believers, when anyone dares accept the challenge. Risk, it seems, is akin to
evil and, therefore, to be avoided lest one rascal, rebel, rogue upset the
proverbial “apple cart” of the cherished status quo. Yet, to simply greet the
new-day dawn portends possible controversy. Such skeptical doubter lectures are
very excellent reasons, indeed, to challenge the experience of life.
Go now! To that secret place within and
withdraw that certain desire forever harbored; dust it off, shine it clean and
dare nurture it in revealing light. Finally, take it for a spin. Enjoy! Laugh!
And, if you have no “do” list, nothing too
new to try, no sense to stimulate? Well! Then! Obviously, thee has done it all!
Feel proud to answer honestly: There is nothing for me to do!
But, if you desire to live, to challenge
life by risking the unknown, and, isn’t every “future” obfuscated behind the
veil of the ’morrow-code? Go for it knowing God’s blessed authority gives
permission to just: do it! “Fear not!” “Trust Me!”
Our Christian prayer for thee this
Christmas season is simple: Peace within! Silent Night!
Grant to thyself a time to hear, see,
smell, taste and touch that essence which is life.
Dare experience a personal “Silent
Night!” And, do it sooner, not later, again. “Right now” is all there is. Amen!
Silent Night! Holy Night!
Merry Christmas!
Plus:
Idyllic Vision
Embrace idyllic vision ancient desert town there
yonder
Innocent revered by humble man with creature-wonder
Love true sacred miracle gift of new-life baby born
of holy Mother
Sent His Savior-Son to redress yon heaven for every
sister-brother
Peer ye down upon sweet face lying in a manger of
soft hay
Vacant celebrity fanfare to celebrate humble sacred holy
day
Two millennia eons plus have come and seen and gone
Each single year His faithful pray a reverent
“Silent Night!”-song
Clarion angel trumpeted to lowly shepherds as their
vigil keep
“Noel! Noel!” Soft on still night in reverenced
peaceful deep
Came they in bowed allegiance eager to humble honor,
holy adore
“The King is come upon the earth” as foretold in
campfire ancient lore
Heavenly hosts eternal sweet-voice sing proud
angelic choir
Seraphim and Cherubim celestially syncopate a
hallowed lyre
While there in simple Bethlehem in a modest, rustic,
wooden stable
Comes a consecrated spark to conflagrate a saintly
Communion table
Long time since, servant Moses received His holy
Commandments ten
First three, Love God; seven more, Love man; lest
suffer stained-soul sin
Now, born the Child to become a man takes only holy
breath
Conquered evil and the world and even vacant,
lonesome death
What sacred several holy words might one condense of
His pure Love?
Honor Faith! Love Family! Cherish Freedom! Bestowed
treasures from above
Pray! In thy tender heart lives Christ’s Love, an
everlasting glow
From that font allow to all ye meet holy water abundantly
to flow
Choose thee, now, one easy simple imperative
decision
Love Father, Son and Holy Ghost; live His “Idyllic
Vision”
Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there
really is…
In one eternal instant, the only mercy judgment will
be---His!
Amen!
Merry Christmas!
Plus:
Day 350
Becky riding for
miles and miles on Mom’s lap.
Good thing
Zachariah came along
or she’d still
be sitting there.
In
the time before “Big-government” intervention into every aspect of our private
lives, kids spent their vehicle “travel”-time on their mother’s lap in the
front seat. Today? A big “No!-No!”
Beth
got her five years, or so, in the 2nd “shotgun” position; Becky then
got the same privilege.
Laws
change---peoples’ attitudes change…now kids are “safe due to new laws. Hmm!
When
our Z. Tyler came along we were traveling across the country, east to west and
back again and again; much of that time he rode on his nanny’s lap in the front
passenger seat.
In
fairness, Becky spent a great deal of her “travel”-time in the chariot centered
between the two front seats, dominating our attention and time; Beth was
relegated to the rear seat corner.
All-in-all,
things worked out pretty well; three
perfect young people---and…now, three more!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “I got shotgun!” Memories!
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