Merry Christmas

May your days be merry and bright.

Happy Christmas to all.

And remember the greatest Gift that was given

that amazing day!

From Lara and my family

to yours.

A Baby Changes Everything

Several years ago, Johnson & Johnson began airing some powerful commercials. They featured babies or children in special moments with their families. The tag-line was 'A baby changes everything'. Because of my struggle with infertility, I learned to avoid those commercials. They invariably made me sad. You don't have to tell someone who longs for children that a child can change your life. We already know that. So, this fall, when Faith Hill's Christmas CD came out with that title, I groaned. Christmas is so much more magical when children are involved. I assumed that is what the title indicated. Then, a few nights ago, I heard the title song. If you haven't heard it yet, you need to. Just as inviting Jesus into your heart and life changes everything, so did His coming to earth 2000 years ago.

The old hymn informs us that He accepts me 'just as I am'. But He doesn't leave us that way. We are lost, broken, wounded, blind, etc. This God, who loves us enough to become man, finds, heals and carries us. No, He is not a baby in the straw. He just started that way. This Man. This Lord. This risen Saviour. This God who was born in a stable and laid in a feeding trough. He changes everything!

Merry Christmas from me & mine to you & yours.

Lara

'Into every life, a little rain must fall." Personally, I've always hated this saying. I'm happy ending kind of girl. You know, the ones where the good guys win over the bad guys. The girl or guy gets the person of their dreams and live happily ever after. It has provided some interesting moments in my life. It has only taken a few decades to realize that ideal has no root in reality. Have I ever mentioned that I can be a little slow on the uptake? I've been pasting some quotes recently & hope this habit doesn't annoy you all, but this one from Rick Warren is one that I believe is very appropriate right now.

It's Christmas. One of my favorite times of year. Very BIG in the Moore house. If you've been following my previous posts, you know that I've been dealing with some disappointments. So far, they've been only in one area of my life. But...

"Life is a series of problems: Either you are in one now, you're just coming out of one, or you're getting ready to go into another one.
The reason for this is that God is more interested in your character than your comfort.
God is more interested in making your life holy than He is in making your life happy.
We can be reasonably happy here on earth, but that's not the goal of life. The goal is to grow in character, in Christ likeness.
This past year has been the greatest year of my life but also the toughest, with my wife getting cancer.
I used to think that life was hills and valleys - you go through a dark time, then you go to the mountaintop, back and forth. I don't believe that anymore.
Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it's kind of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have something good and something bad in your life.
No matter how good things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs to be worked on.
And no matter how bad things are in your life, there is always something good you can thank God for."

Rick Warren

Just when you think it's safe to go back into the water... Rain falls whether you are ready for it or not. It doesn't wait until you have your umbrella, raincoat or rain boots. It usually comes when you left your car windows down. No matter what is happening in your life, the people you love can be standing in the rain, too. I guess it isn't all about me and mine, is it? The beautiful thing about God is that He can work and intervene in all our lives and all at the same time. And that while we all may be hurting, we can still take care of each other.

Are You Looking?

I'm on a list to receive a weekly devotion from Max Lucado. Here is the latest one. He ALWAYS gets to me! Don't forget to look, listen and pay attention this Christmas season. He has so much to share.

The Arrival

by Max Lucado

God had entered the world as a baby.
Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.
The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.
A more lowly place of birth could not exist.
Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor; perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him—so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.
Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use … Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”
Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. “His kingdom will never end.” (Luke 1:33)
He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.
Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.
She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!
This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.
Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.
Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren’t looking.
Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?

From God Came Near©

(Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2006)

Max Lucado