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Advent Memo

For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying:

“Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”                                                                                (Luke 2:11-14)

Asking the question, “Didn’t you get the memo?” or hearing someone say, jokingly, “I must not have gotten the memo” is a pretty common and light-hearted way of talking about instances of not getting a piece of information that everyone else seems to have gotten.  This passage from Luke is a memo of sorts sent, not to the elite of society (I suspect there was a shortage of elites in rural Bethlehem), but instead to some blue-collar outdoor workers assigned to the night shift.  

The message to them was one of peace.  I’ve always preferred to look at these words as GOD extending, by way of His Son, a peace offering to the humanity that was estranged from Him.  The relationship between GOD and His greatest creation was broken and dysfunctional.  The healing of relationships always requires someone taking the first step.  GOD took the first step and extended a hand.  

Many since then have taken the memo to heart and have made peace with GOD, through Jesus Christ, and have experienced the reality of a peace that is hopeful and which sustains through time or circumstance.  Quite a few are alive today; I’m blessed to know some. 

Still, we seem to live in an environment where harmony and benevolence (mutual peace and goodwill) is in too short supply.  Caustic attitudes, self-centeredness, anger, resentment and even worse, with the attendant justifications and confusion, seems the order of the day for enough folks that it’s impossible to ignore. Did they not get the memo?  If not, why not?  It’s not like anyone is hiding it.  It’s there for everyone.   If they did get it, are they ignoring it as if there is no downside to ignoring it?  What’s up with that?

One of the dynamics of peace with GOD is that it leads to peace with others.  GOD apparently values peace a great deal.  See Matthew 5:9: “Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called the children of God” i.e. those who intentionally seek and make peace with others bear a resemblance to their Father in heaven.  

I’m not speaking of false peace which is just an absence of visible conflict or where animosity is suppressed behind a false face.  The peace I refer to is rooted in and flows from such a deep reverence and regard for GOD (love) that it translates into a deep, unselfish regard (love) for everyone else’s humanity.  It makes no distinction.  Jesus spoke to this when He said that loving GOD with all of our heart, soul, mind and strength is the greatest commandment and second to that is loving our neighbor as ourselves.  

We can’t experience this if we don’t have or really want His peace within, if we didn’t read the memo or take it to heart.  It is there for the taking.  Take it!  Though others may choose not to, don’t settle for less than GOD’s best.    

As we approach the celebration day for the first Advent of Jesus Christ, let us recall what Paul, an   Apostle of Christ, said from his imprisonment: Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus…Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.”

Read the memo.  Selah.

© Byron L. Hannon, 2020.  All rights reserved to text content unless otherwise noted. 


A common word heard in the Church community this time of year is “Advent.”  It is a noun that means that something waited for is finally here.  Something important has occurred.  With the ubiquitous presence of smartphones, for example, the advent of the next generation of (pick your favorite brand) is enough for some people to wait in longs line (queues, for my European readers) in order to have the privilege of paying an outrageous sum of money to have better “bells and whistles” on your cellphone than the cellphone you’re replacing.  Everyone experiences advent in some context.

In the broader Church community, Advent refers to the first coming of Jesus as the promised Messiah (Hebrew version of Christ), the spiritual basis for the holy-day, Christmas.  Brief sidebar here: Messiah/Christ means GOD’s Anointed One.  The Church also anticipates a second Advent in the return of Jesus (that certainly would qualify as being pretty important), something promised multiple times in the documentation of prophecies in both the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament) and in the New Testament.

So now that the primer is out of the way, let me get to what’s on my mind.  I don’t know why this never occurred to me before, but I’m now struck by the thought that the root of Adventure is Advent.  Am I the only one caught by this?  It’s doubtful, but I don’t ever recall anyone talking about this.

An adventure is the experience of something exciting, bold and maybe even risky.  There is, at its core, the idea of an arriving or a happening as a result of this exciting, bold, and/or risky step.  Adventure has described my life from the day I became a follower of Jesus.  My arrival at this choice to belong to Him and subsequent, related choices in the decades following, can be characterized by all three words: excitingbold and risky.  My life with Christ has been an adventure.  Not that most days have been high mountaintop experiences or low-in-the valley challenges, but on the whole, this is a life I could never have foreseen or planned, nor would I would trade it for anything other.  

Of course, there have been scary times, rocky places, high moments and some lows.  There have been questions by others about the wisdom and practicality of my commitments.  I’ve had to walk away from some folks who couldn’t get it and from vocational and personal pathways incongruent with this life.  I was once told, after resigning from a pretty lucrative career in order to begin preparing for pastoral ministry, that it was like I was bungy-jumping naked from the 57th floor of the high rise I worked in.  There’s a picture for you…a scary one on multiple levels!  I was actually in an office on the 57th floor when I was told this.    

I’ve had to sacrifice in multiple ways, including my right to define my own morality.  And I’m not alone in this…my wife, partner, and best friend chose to come along for the ride (thankfully!) knowing that it would cost her, too.  

Still, the pluses have been so much greater, in quality and quantity, than anything I have sacrificed, the most significant being that I “know a living Savior who’s in the world today” up close and personally.  This is not a cliché.  I know Him and He knows me; and because of this I take time to count my blessings, and man, there are so many and often beyond my comprehension!  More than once He has spoken to me in as close to being an audible voice without actually being audible, including once while I was driving alone on the Penna. Turnpike wrestling with a Big problem.  His presence in that car was so tangible, I literally turned to look at the passenger seat to see who was talking.  I can go on and on, but I won’t.             

My point is that because of the first Advent of Christ, I have experienced a great adventure.  And it’s not over!  I, like everyone else, don’t know how many remaining days I have, but as long as I’m here, I look forward to the Advent of Christ still to come.  That will usher in the ultimate adventure for “no eye has seen nor ear has heard, and no human mind has conceived the things GOD has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Corinthians 2:9).    

Blessings to you and yours this Christmas because He’s real and He is for real.

© Byron L. Hannon, 2020.  All rights reserved to text content unless noted otherwise. 

For Dad

In a few months, I will be the age my father was when he passed away.  That was 28 years ago.  Like in many homes, we have pictures of family members here and there including one of my Dad.  The picture is in sepia tone and he’s a young man in his early 30s.

Whenever I glance at it, memories of him flow through my head: me as a young boy trying to walk in his shoes; him pushing me on my bike and then letting it go after having taken the training wheels off; going with him on Saturday mornings to his part-time job as the transmission engineer for WJLK radio; sobbing at 7-years old as he was leaving for three months to work in Alaska; going to the beach in Belmar on weekends and then to Carvel Ice Cream on the way home; fishing with him at the Shark River Inlet and off the jetties in Asbury Park; him tutoring me in geometry and being confused about why I didn’t get it because it was so easy for him; the time I tried to get between him and my mother while they were arguing and him staring me down (and me backing up); he being really, really p-o’d when I stayed out all night for my senior prom; him dropping me off at college for the first time; the times I didn’t show him the respect he was due because I foolishly thought I was smarter than him; his help during some  difficult times as a young working adult; watching him let my wife hug him when showing affection which was something he just didn’t do; him trying to feed my kids foods he liked that they didn’t want to eat and having to intervene; having spiritual conversations with him; visiting him when he was recovering from a stroke; being told by a friend that he had expressed pride in me; watching him come to grips with his terminal cancer; closing his eyes on the morning he passed.

I still miss him, and although I’m glad he’s not around to see how far the world hasn’t come, given some of the hard places and situations he and his siblings had to survive, there’s a part of me that would love to hear his commentary on the state of things.  Just thinking about it makes me smile because I know it would be deep, provocative, and funny all at the same time.

I received so much from my father that I never thanked him for, but I have tried to pay it forward with my own children.  He gave me a rich legacy, some of which I’m still discovering as I deepen my relationship with his youngest sister who is now in her mid-80s.  She has told me a number of things about my Dad I never knew.

For my friends who have recently lost a father or who experienced that loss as a child or who never knew your father, I suspect Fathers’ Day is a particularly tender time for you.  Even with your loss, I’m sure there is something of him in you that those who know you best can spot.  I pray you are able to celebrate that this Fathers’ Day.

To all of my fellow Dads, Granddads, Fathers-in-Law and father figures including uncles, much older brothers, teachers, pastors, mentors and coaches, I pray you are able to receive the blessings of honor this day especially.

© Byron L. Hannon, 2020.  All rights reserved totext content.

My Giant Rooster

In our kitchen, high on a ledge, is a large ceramic rooster.  It was one of several ceramic roosters my mother owned, both large and small.  Although she’s been gone for nearly 40 years, I’ve managed to hold onto to this one.  It’s a reminder, along with the pictures of her in our family room and on my bed-stand.  Family and friends have asked, over the years, about this large rooster in the kitchen as my wife and I aren’t big ceramic people…but there’s a story behind it and a reason I keep it.

My mom was raised in the South at a time when it was common for people to keep animals in their yards.  Having a farm wasn’t a prerequisite and codes on that kind of thing were pretty relaxed.  My grandparents kept chickens when mom was a child.  Even during my early years, their detached garage had been converted into a turkey pen.

Anyway, among the chickens my grandparents kept during mom’s youth were a couple of roosters.  One in particular was pretty aggressive and my mother was one of his targets.  He would peck at her ankles and legs often.  One day she ran into the house crying after being pecked.  My grandfather, having had enough, went outside and butchered the rooster.  He became Sunday dinner.  From that day on, my grandparents called mom “Rooster.”

I have so many memories of summer visits and hearing my grandmother yell down the long hall of her home for my mother, “Rooster!”  In fact, I don’t recall either one of my grandparents ever referring to mom by her name, Martha.  It was always Rooster.

As an adult, mom had a collection of ceramic roosters.  When I was a kid, they were just part of the décor of the house and I hardly noticed them.  But now, whenever I walk into my kitchen and look up, I see that giant rooster and my mind fills with all kinds of memories.

Mom was 5’ 2” tall, but she was always a giant to me, My Giant Rooster; and though decades have passed since the day she drew her last breath, her presence is strong to me in the memory of her laughter, the stories she would tell (like how she became “Rooster”), the conversations and experiences we had, and the love she gave over twenty-eight deeply blessed years.

To all of you moms, thank you for being giants among us.

© Byron L. Hannon, 2020.  All rights reserved to text content.

And To Think…He Knew All Along

…and still He came. 

“Now while He was in Jerusalem at the Passover Festival, many people saw the signs He was performing and believed in His name.   But Jesus would not entrust himself to them, for He knew all people.” (John 2:23-24)


Riding into the great City of David, atop Mt. Zion, Jerusalem (literally, the height or foundation of peace) through that great gate must have been a glorious sight.  People lining the sides of the road, watching this Man riding on a donkey, throwing their coats and palm branches in His path, yelling to Him, “Save now!” and “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord, taken directly from a festival song (Psalm 118:25-26).

The sons and daughters of Abraham had come from different parts of the known world to celebrate the Passover.  Some had witnessed the signs and wonders He had performed, and they most certainly told those who hadn’t personally witnessed these events.  A few in the crowd had even benefitted directly from His presence and power, those who had been blind and lame and who now see and walk, lepers who had been cleansed and allowed back into the fellowship of community, those who had been dominated by dark spiritual forces and were now free from oppression.

Oh, this was a great day because they had to be thinking, “He’s the one!” The one the prophets had spoken of; the one to assume the throne of David; the one to finally free us from Roman domination and install the kingdom of heaven on Earth with Israel at its center.  He must be the one we’ve been waiting for; He will surely meet all of our expectations.”

And to think, He knew all along…and still He came.

He received their praise and adoration which was fitting for the King He was…but He knew where it was all headed.  When some of the Pharisees complained to Him about people praising Him, He rebuked them, for even the praises offered in ignorance reflected a worthiness in Him they could not comprehend.  Praise was justified for what He was about to do; even the stones on the ground knew that (Luke 19:40).

Even His closest friends missed most of what He was really about; many of their expectations of Him were just like those of crowd.  When He washed their feet to teach them about servant leadership; when Philip asked to be shown the Father; when He told them that He must leave them to prepare a place for them but would return for them; when He spoke of the one who would betray Him even as He entered into a sacred covenant with them through broken bread and poured out wine on that fateful Thursday night, all were indicators revealing that their eyes were still closed to His true self.

And to think, He knew all along…and still He came.  

In the late hours of Thursday night came the confusion and His arrest on the Mount of Olives, the scattering of His friends, an illegal trial that depended on the testimony of lies, being denied by His dear friend, and then on Friday audiences before Pilate and Herod, followed by a brutality of physical abuse inspired only by the evil of Satan, the bitter weeping of His mother and the women who had come to believe in Him, all leading to a criminal’s death on a cross and burial in a rich man’s grave before the sunset (“If someone guilty of a capital offense is put to death and their body is exposed on a pole you must not leave the body hanging on the pole overnight. Be sure to bury it that same day, because anyone who is hung on a pole is under God’s curse. – Deuteronomy 21:22-23).

He had entered the city by the front gate in honor…and left the city a few days later through the back gate in disgrace to die horribly in an area designated for refuse.  So many who had cheered for Him on that Sunday, cried out for his crucifixion on Friday.

And to think, He knew all along…and still He came.

He came because He knew this was the only way for us to be freed from the curse and dominion of sin and death.

He came because the overwhelming, audacious love of the Father for each of us meant that GOD Himself would supply the perfect lamb whose sacrifice would once and for all time deal a death blow to death itself.                

He came because He knew that it wouldn’t Friday for long; Sunday was coming and with it, everlasting glory not only for Him but for all who earnestly believe in Him.

I believe and thank Him for coming.  I pray you do as well. May your Easter and all that follows be full of the blessedness of Jesus the Christ.


© Byron L. Hannon, 2020.  All rights reserved to original text content.

The Gift of Infinite Options

When [the Magi] had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. “Get up,” he said, “take the child and His mother and escape to Egypt.  Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill Him.” So he got up, took the child and His mother during the night and left for Egypt, where he stayed until the death of Herod.  And so was fulfilled what the Lord had said through the prophet: “Out of Egypt I called My Son.” (Matthew 2:13-15)

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I’ve long believed that the central theme in Scripture, from the story of fall in Genesis through the Revelation of Jesus Christ, is the total redemption of GOD’s creation.  In Genesis, we see it in the prophetic word announcing the ultimate victory of “the seed of the woman.”   We see it hinted at in GOD’s covenant with Noah.  We see it at the divinely caused confusion at the Tower of Babel that prevented humanity from early self-destruction.  We see it in GOD’s covenant with Abraham that led to the formation of, provision for, and protection of Israel through whom would come the Savior.  We see it in the promises made to David that his own heir would sit on his throne forever.  We see it in every exhortation and warning of the prophets to trust GOD and to repent from sin and evil.

We see it in the incarnation of the Word, Christ Jesus, GOD’s peace offering to broken humanity, and in whose life is light and in whose way is healing and everlasting life.  We see it at Pentecost when the Holy Spirit fell upon all flesh, and who gave power to those ready and wanting to receive. And we see it in the continuing victory of the Church despite its own shortcomings and all efforts to discount it, disable it, and crush it. Worldwide, the reign of Jesus is growing, not shrinking; and His disciples await the zenith and culmination of Earth’s history with His return.

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The truth is that GOD has not allowed anyone or anything to stop His plan to redeem the work of His hand.  Herod tried in a most savage way, but he was thwarted–“take the child and His mother and escape to Egypt.  Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill Him.”  The Caesars and many subsequent power structures have tried to destroy the vision and promise wrought by “this child,” continuing even today.


GOD however, does not run out of options when it comes to ensuring the work of redemption.  And He does it in the most creative of ways.  For instance, He gave Elisha’s servant a vision of the mighty army of heaven ready to fight against the enemy threatening the destruction of His chosen people.  Later, He introduced an immigrant Moabite woman (Ruth) to a Judean named Boaz and they became the great-grandparents of King David.  He used the aged and reformed profligate, Solomon, to teach us about godly wisdom.  He used Paul’s imprisonment as a way for Paul to witness to the Roman political hierarchy about Jesus.  The examples go on and on.  Attempts to marginalize GOD and His plan have been and are been made.  Those of the past were proven to be ineffective works of straw.  Those of the present and future will be proven to be unwise, irrelevant and ineffective.  GOD always has an option.

The Apostle Paul refers to the status of the faithful as being in Christ, meaning simply our lives have become one with Christ’s, by faith and the will of GOD.  As such, each one of us is an agent and a servant in GOD’s redemptive story; and GOD plans to use us, and does.  In our weakness, it’s easy to lose sight of this truth.  In our weakness, we sometimes feel overwhelmed by life’s challenges, by felt needs not realized, by the weight of our responsibilities, and by our inability to see better options.  But GOD has an option we generally don’t see…until He chooses to reveal it.

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Perhaps a prayer we can pray is to be more trusting of Him with our lives, particularly when we feel like we’re on life’s roller coaster.  I’m sure Mary and Joseph felt that way a lot.  Remember, each believer plays a part in GOD’s grand plan of redemption. Let’s focus on discovering and playing our parts.  How He takes care of us and what He does through us is all up to Him and His creative will.  The story of redemption is one story, and you and I have a part if we are in this same faith.  Recall what Jesus said, “If you remain in Me and I in you, you will bear much fruit…” (John 15:5). 

 In the midst of living our lives, caring for children, going to work, doing work around the house, paying the bills, and doing our best to live faithfully, we may be able to see what that fruit looks like and to watch it grow on the vine…or we may not.  Either way, our job is to be in Christ, to remain Him, and to “trust in the Lord with all of our hearts, leaning not on our own understanding, acknowledging Him in all our ways, and He will direct our paths (Proverbs 3:5-6), just like He did for Joseph that night.

Nothing, nothing will successfully get in the way of what GOD is doing.  He’s got infinite options, including more than enough for you.

May You Enter the New Year with Great Hope and Much Joy  

May GOD Bless You Richly 

© Byron L. Hannon, 2019.  All rights reserved to original text content.

Faith That Ponders

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen Him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to themBut Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. (Luke 2:15-19)

I get it why believing faith is so difficult for a lot of folks.  We’ve managed to rationalize away all mystery.  Mystery is uncomfortable, and we don’t like discomfort as a rule, and certainly the discomfort of not fully understanding something, along with several other things, like waiting.  It’s all so frustrating.  And divine mystery operates on an entirely different level, one that many people find offensive.  We want to believe, like William Ernest Henley, that we are the “master of our fate, the captains of our soul.”*

On top of that are the things we see and hear each and every day, and may even be directly affected by…things that engulf our lives in darkness.  Nearly everyone who reads this has experienced or is experiencing something that cuts deep inside: hurts, disappointments, failures, anger, resentment, sadness, loss, grief.  And there are also those who probably won’t see this for whom waking each day presents a new challenge, sometimes about basic safety and survival.  “What is there to eat?”  “My electric is about to be cut-off and I don’t have the money to pay the bill.”  My child is too sick to go to school, but I can’t afford to miss a day of work to stay home with her.” “We have no money to buy Christmas gifts for the children.”  Have you ever known anyone who lost their job a few days before Christmas?

It’s easy to understand why people find it hard to believe in GOD, and certainly to believe in a loving GOD.  That just doesn’t make much sense, not with all this life distortion that surrounds us.  It’s not logical.  There are too many points of evidence that say otherwise. Logic says the best thing any of us can do is to put aside that foolishness; it’s every man, woman and child for themselves.  We need to take control of our lives and make out of them the very best we can.  And that, in a nutshell, is the philosophy of much of our age.  All we need to do is to look around at those we know to see that it’s true, even if many of those same folks wouldn’t admit it.

By all accounts available to us, Mary was a peasant girl who lived among peasant people who lived in a part of Israel that was considered socially low class.  Think of the towns or parts of cities you probably wouldn’t want to live in…that’s where she was from, both she and Joseph.

There wasn’t much in her experience to suggest that she was days away from winning the grand prize of Publisher’s Clearing House.  She probably expected to live out her days as the women in her family before her had lived out theirs, humble, long days of work in and around the home, eventual marriage, bearing multiple children, likely becoming a widow at some point, depending on her sons to provide for her, and eventually dying before age 50.  She had that to look forward to and the prophetic history of her people.

There was nothing else in her experience that suggested life would be any other way…until the events that began with the visitation from the angel Gabriel and which culminated in that animal stall in Bethlehem.  What particularly got to her was what the shepherds and the visiting magi, and perhaps what others who dropped in on them had to say about her son.  They were forecasting phenomenal things…better than Publisher’s Clearing House.  The Word said she pondered these things in her heart.  The only thing she had to validate what was being said was that mysterious visit from the angel (which could have been just a weird dream) and the prophetic history that her people held on to, because everything else said, “This is too crazy to believe.  It’s too crazy for me to put my hope in.”

We ponder things all the time.  We think about and wonder why life is often the way it is.  We have mental wrestling matches about the things we don’t like and can’t control, and don’t understand.  And sometimes our pondering leads to questioning the love of GOD, the truth of GOD, and even the existence of GOD.  Is it not so?

Mary’s foundation, despite its humble appearance, was deep and solid and strong.  All the while she was trying to sort things out, humongous, other-worldly things (literally), her faith in GOD never left her.  It can be said that it was her faith that pondered.

Oh that it might be said of each of us, that our foundations in the Lord are deep and solid and strong.  May our pondering of the mysteries of GOD always be in faith…because one day, the Mystery born that night will be revealed to us in all of His fullness, all of His glory, and all of His majesty.  Our eyes will see and our ears will hear.  Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Wishing You and Yours a

Blessed and Faith-Filled Christmas


 * From the poem, Invictus, by William Ernest Henley.

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“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

I doubt there are very many people who have spent significant time in the church who have not heard a message or some other teaching equating our human lives with the inn with no vacancies told in the Advent story.  The question is always are we more like the inn which has no room for the Savior or like one which has room and which welcomes Him?  It certainly captured my attention the first time I heard a message like this.  But to be honest, I’ve heard it so often I think it needs some updating.

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I can’t recall ever hearing anyone preach or teach about the stable in which the manger (crib) was placed.  Lest there be any confusion, it was an animal stall–a place to put animals during cold or wet nights.  I seriously doubt that it looked like some of the traditional pictures we’ve all seen where the baby Jesus is laying in the crib with Mary and Joseph kneeling over Him, all with halos over their heads while the cattle and sheep looked on Him in wonderment.  They may have…but I betcha it smelled in there. It was an animal stall, for crying out loud!  It smelled like animals and whatever animals produce.

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Think of the last time you rode with the windows down near a farm in the late spring or summer.  You know what I’m talking about?  I had an uncle and aunt and cousins who owned a small farm that had animals.  I used to spend time with them during the summer in my early teen years.  I guarantee you the aroma was farm like.  The one thing we can be sure of is that the manger scene in the Advent story wasn’t a pig pen, like my father used to accuse my room of looking like, it being Bethlehem in the heart of Judea.

GOD the Father chose to allow His Son, the One destined to become the King of Kings, to be born in a smelly animal stall.  There was no pretense, nothing showy, no “Hey, look at me!”  It was the polar opposite; the King born in total humility and near complete anonymity.  Oh, the things GOD does for us because He loves us!

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How different was that stall, with all it contained, all that it might represent, than the condition of your heart or my heart, with all they contained and, perhaps, even now contain?  The Prophet Jeremiah (17:9) was brutally critical of the human heart: “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?  Peter, Paul, and John in their letters to the New Testament churches were explicit about what was in the hearts Jesus sought to enter.  Are they any more a fit place for Jesus than that stall?  Is the aroma much more fragrant than Mary and Joseph encountered the night of her labor?

It is all because of GOD’s love and grace that there is a cure, found only in the Son born that night and alive today. “It is by grace that we are [or can be] saved through faith—it is the gift of GOD” (Eph. 2:8).  Jesus is pleased to come into our crowded and maybe foul smelling hearts to do what only He can do.  I heard someone say yesterday, “The birthday is His but the gift is for us.  Let’s together receive the gift anew, or perhaps for the first time.  Come Lord Jesus, come to cleanse, to make new and to renew.

Emmanuel, Emmanuel

His name is called Emmanuel.

God with us, revealed in us

His name is called Emmanuel.*

* Emmanuel. © C.A. Music, 1976 (Administered by Music Services, Inc.)

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Blessings To You

The fact that you take the time to read these musings of mine is a blessing to me. Some of you I know, others I don’t.  The one thing we all have in common, however, is a desire to know GOD more deeply, more fully, and to be known by Him.  Please accept this meditation as my way of saying ‘thank you’ for taking the time.

The Lord said to Moses, “Tell Aaron and his sons, ‘This is how you are to bless the Israelites. Say to the: (Numbers 6:22-23)

‘The Lord bless you
and keep you;
(Numbers 6:24)

For to us a child is born,
to us a Son is given,
and the government will be on His shoulders.
And He will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of His government and peace
there will be no end.
(Isaiah 9:6-7)

 May God Himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Thess. 5:23)

the Lord make His face shine on you
and be gracious to you;(Numbers 6:25)

“The Spirit of the Lord is on Me, because He has anointed Me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent Me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” (Luke 4:18-19)

the Lord turn His face toward you
and give you peace.’ (Numbers 6:26)

Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. (John 14:27)


“So they will put My name on the Israelites, and I will bless them.”(Numbers 6:27)

The disciples were called Christians first at Antioch. (Acts 11:26)

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. (Ephesians 1:3)


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“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.” (Matthew 4:16 quoting Isaiah 9:2)