It’s always the right time…

Hello blogging world, those who blog and those who read the blogs and everything in between.  It has been a long time since I’ve blogged.  I began thinking that maybe too much time has gone by, and perhaps no one would really care to read something I write.  But then a thought came to mind: it’s always the right time.  It’s never too late. 

Things have been different.  I think everyone is feeling that.  The economy is down and many people have lost their jobs to cut backs and downsizes…never makes it easier to deal with though.  How do we deal with these difficulties in our lives?  It’s sometimes much easier to say, “just have faith, trust in the Lord”, than it is to add life and breath to those words and live them out.  So where does that leave us?  It’s not easy being at the bottom of the pit, in despair, looking up and hoping and praying that someone or something will drop down a life line and lift you out. 

But…it’s Christmas.  Christmas brings hope because it reminds us of the birth of Hope Himself.  The Creator became a part of His own creation, the Master Artist stepped into His own painting…  A King now a baby.  A majestic and powerful God now in flesh with a beating heart and circulating blood and air filled lungs and vibrating vocal cords allowing His post birth cries to fill the night sky in Bethlehem.  And can we still hear His cries?  His cry for us to come to Him just as we are, His cry for us to love one another and stop injustice, His cry for us to abhor our sin and love that which is righteous….can we still hear that cry?  Or has it faded in the background of our troubles.  Have our own laboring cries drowned out that meek and mild cry of the Almighty…now in flesh…breathing our air…?  Oh that we would stop and listen.  Hear the cry of that baby born to save the world from its sin.  Stop for just a minute and picture it: a 14 year old girl, unmarried, engaged to a 30+ year old man-a carpenter by trade, not madly in love, but an arranged marriage (as was the custom)…in a stable, a stall, a place where animals feed, holding the little Messiah…the infant Christ…the birth of Redemption.  Right there.  In her arms.  Crying.  Shivering. Savior.  O what a Savior.

Hear His cry…remember Him this Christmas.  Not all the stuff and presents and food….no, enough of all that!  Remember Jesus.  His birth, life, death and resurrection.

Blessings,

Rachel