Today is Christmas Eve …
I love this time of year because I try to take time to rest, relax and recharge. It’s very easy to get caught up in the hype, the adverts which tell us that in order to be happy we must buy this or that product … until we feel that we’re on a carousel we can’t jump off.
So, why not find somewhere quiet and amongst the joy, partying and celebrating take some well-earned rest and recovery!
Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas & Peaceful New Year.
… and if you like poetry, here’s something I wrote about the first Christmas …
THORNS AND STRAW
A back street stable in a crowded town.
Anguished screams; an occasional moan
Go unheard in the noise of a night
Of hustle and bustle, and rooms packed tight
With people, so busy and unaware
That a virgin’s sweat means God is here.
No warm, cosy glow; only candle-lit straw.
A manger and oxen and filth on the floor.
No sweet smelling incense or soft comfy chair,
But cold stone walls; acrid smells in the air;
And the breath of animals to supply the heat,
In this hole in the rock on an unnamed street.
But God’s not ignored the place that He’s chosen
To visit as a baby, when the night air’s frozen.
He treats some shepherds, the lowest of the low,
To front seat tickets at the greatest light show;
And singing and music like they’ve never heard before,
Which leaves them face down, shaking on the floor.
“Get up! Rejoice! For your king is here!
Run to the town and worship Him there.
Not in the palace so lofty and tall,
But lying in a stable, accessible to all.
So go! Take gifts and sing and feast,
For the mightiest God, has come down for the least.”
And in palaces and castles hundreds of miles away,
A country’s elite, at the end of the day
Study changes in the stars and heavens which bring
News, that on earth is born a king.
A king so great that creation bows down,
And brings its own offering, unseen in the town.
Their journey is long and filled with pain,
Across scorching deserts and rugged terrain.
As days turn to months and months to years;
Following the bright star whenever it appears.
Then rejoicing and thanks when at last they find
A small boy, just walking; the Lord of mankind.
With regal bows and language unknown,
They offer their gifts to Mary’s son.
Gold, incense and myrrh; “What can I believe?”
His mother wonders as the visitors leave
To journey back east, their hearts on fire.
They’ve seen and worshipped the true Messiah.
And as years roll on by and the crowd’s anger grows,
In reaction to this radical who constantly shows
That God has no favourites; our rules don’t apply
To the values of heaven. “Crucify!” they now cry,
So He’s crowned and beaten and then nailed to a tree;
This King, Priest and Sacrifice; thorns and straw set us free.