. . . .before Christmas, just eight days to go;
The weather was good; there was already snow!
But with so little time
And so much left to finish,
Poor Mommy knew she
Would need to eat spinach
To keep up her strength and
To tie every bow; to sign all the cards,
And to say Ho! HO! HOOO!
Well, enough of that silliness. I’ve never been much of a poet, and I really don’t know why all that popped into my head.
Except, of course, that it’s a busy season. Not as busy for me as when all the kids were home. Back then, I started baking in November, and there were dozens of different kinds of cookies. I wrote stacks of cards. These days, I can’t have the sugar and I just don’t feel the need to do all those cards any more.
I don’t think I’m losing my Christmas spirit. I do know I don’t have the pep in my step that used to carry me through the holidays. I still enjoy the day itself, and when we can get there I love a good Christmas Eve service full of all the beautiful, sacred music of Christmas.
You know, the Bible never really says that the angels sang on the night the Savior was born. It says that they spoke to the shepherds, telling them that Messiah was born. Of course they COULD have sung! Certainly they must have been bursting with joy at the Good News that had come to earth.
And besides, it would sound pretty funny to sing “Hark! the herald angels said. . . .”
Whether or not they actually sang isn’t the important thing. The important thing is that finally, in the fulness of time, Jesus came just as the prophets had said he would: Born to a virgin, conceived by the Holy Spirit of God; born to die for the sins of all mankind, and to rise triumphant over sin and death so that we, too, could have eternal life with God in heaven.
As I continue to blog through the book of Isaiah, I am more excited all the time to see prophecies that have already been fulfilled; prophecies yet to be fulfilled; and to watch world affairs as things seem to be trending toward a human effort to have peace on earth enforced by human military efforts under the auspices of human authority.
Of course, we know there will not truly be peace on earth until Jesus reigns from Jerusalem, and then we can sing “Joy to the world! The Lord is come! Let earth receive her King!” with a whole new understanding.