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Finding God in a Baby

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One night there went out over the stillness of an evening breeze, out over the white chalk hills of Bethlehem, a cry, a gentle cry. The sea did not hear the cry, for the sea was filled with its own voice. The great men of the earth did not hear the cry, for they could not understand how a child could be greater than a man.

There were only two classes of men who heard the cry that night: Shepherds and Wise Men. Shepherds: those who know they know nothing. Wise Men: those who know they do not know everything.

From that day to this there have been only two classes of men who have found Christ. Only the simple and only the wise find Christ because both are humble–Bishop Fulton Sheen

Jesus himself said, “Unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (Matt. 18:3) He also said, “Unless you’re born again you can’t see the kingdom of God.” (Jn. 3:3) Both statements speak to our natural tendency to be full of ourselves; to be know-it-alls. It’s easy to become so settled in our own beliefs, so entrenched in our own world view, that we refuse to consider the possibility that we might be wrong.

I learned a long time ago that I can’t learn anything if I already know everything. I also learned that sometimes those alleged “simpletons” whom we dismiss as holding to childish fables can actually be onto something. That’s how I became a Christian. I opened my heart to a belief system that at the time seemed more like a fairy tale than the truth.

And yet when I knelt at that proverbial Foot of the Cross, the Great God of the Universe met me. It was a world-shattering experience. The power of His Presence was incomprehensible, unexplainable, and yet undeniable. I found myself where those Shepherds and Wise Men found themselves some two-thousand Christmases ago: face to face with a God so great and good that he’d humble himself to become a child…to find me.

It’s all about humility. It’s about opening our minds and hearts to consider another point of view. Let’s experience Christmas together this year with wide eyes and youthful wonder. Let’s discover the Divine Child by becoming childlike ourselves.

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Posted by on December 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

In the Quiet Places…

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As an avid outdoorsman, I learned long ago that deer love quiet places. Tromping noisily through the fields, talking loudly to your buddies, gains a hunter nothing. The deer are gone before you’re within a quarter mile of them. But sit quetly on a hidden stand until dusk, scarcely moving, barely even clearing your throat, and you’ll enjoy watching them move like wraiths from the forests into the open fields.

And in that respect the Holy Spirit is like a deer. He loves silence, for His voice, rather than roaring like thunder, a raging fire, or a ripping wind, makes a still, small sound. (1 Kings 19:11-12)

The Christmas Story includes a chapter about shepherds and angels. Luke 2 says they were “Keeping watch over their flocks (of sheep) by night when the glory of the Lord shone around them and the angel of the Lord stood before them.” (Luke 2:8-9)

In those days they had no boomboxes, iPads, or smartphones. On their nightly watch stations, those sheperds sat alone with their thoughts.

And God appeared.

Do you need to hear The Lord’s voice today? Do you wonder why so few people have dramatically supernatural experiences, such as seeing angels? It’s because we live in a noisy, cluttered world. It’s not that God’s not speaking. We just can’t hear Him above the din.

Sometimes we don’t know which way to turn; we don’t know what to do. In times like those, we need a Silent Night. We need a Holy Night wherein we wait quietly for the angels drift out of the shadows with a message from God.

But His voice will not rattle the rafters. It’ll come as a still, small impression from deep within. For the Lord, like a deer, loves the peaceful places. We hear Him most clearly when we turn off the Tube, iTunes, and the Car Radio, and listen to the still small Voice within.

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

A Supernatural Holiday

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Christmas is, if anything, a supernatural holiday. After all, it is about angelic appearances, guiding stars, fulfilled prophecies, and virgin birth. In fact, the Biblical text is almost magical, which causes some to dismiss it as mere fantasy. And yet those with the audacity to believe these amazing stories experience God’s miraculous power on a regular basis.

But Christmas is also a season of hope. For just a few weeks at the end of each year, the struggling masses, many of whom are entrapped by impossible circumstances, lift their eyes to the God who alone has the power to make a way where there is no way. And none who truly trust in him are disappointed. (Rms. 10:11 NASV)

And yet the primary message of Christmas is that this God of miracles, hope, and power, is also The God of Love–a God who loved us so much that he humbled himself to enter our world as a helpless infant.

And his purpose for doing this? To ultimately grow up and die for us, so we might experience miracles, hope, and love every day.

So the next time you see an angel atop a tree, or hear a song about kings following a star, remember how supernatural the Christmas Story really is. But most of all, remember that faith in Jesus can bring the miracle you need today.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

Dedicated to Paul Crouch, Jackie Mize, Diann Hunt, Kenneth E Hagin, TL Osborn, Billy Joe Daugherty, Oral Roberts, Saul Gonzales, and all the other loving Christian communicators who have left us in recent years.

Far and Away

From “The Ship of Life,” by John T. Baker

Along the shore I spy a ship
As she sets out to sea;
She spreads her sails and sniffs the breeze
And slips away from me.

I watch her fading image shrink,
As she moves on and on,
Until at last she’s but a speck,
Then someone says, “She’s gone.”

Gone where? Gone only from our sight
And from our farewell cries;
That ship will somewhere reappear
To other eager eyes.

Beyond the dim horizon’s rim
Resound the welcome drums,
And while we’re crying, “There she goes!”
They’re shouting, “Here she comes!”

 
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Posted by on December 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

 
 
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