Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Yule Log

And all things, whatsoever you shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive. Matthew 21:22 (KJV)

A Yule log is an extremely large log that is burned in a hearth as a traditional Christmas celebration in several European cultures. The Yule log was originally an entire tree that was carefully chosen and brought into the house with great ceremony. Because the Yule log was hard wood, it provided maximum warmth and endurance.

This prayer is traditionally said when lighting the yule log: “May the fire of this log warm the cold; may the hungry be fed; may the weary find rest and may all enjoy heaven's peace.”

While we may not all have fireplaces to burn yule logs, we can offer prayers of hope to those in need of food, homes, jobs or heaven's peace.

A gentleman came into the retail store the other day to pay on a stranger's layaway as a way to share the Christmas spirit. This seems to be a new trend happening at many of the stores this year. What a nice way to help and spread some comfort and cheer to a weary family.

This is the season to reflect on the blessings that Jesus' birth has given us and help those who have less and in need of blessings. If we cannot give material things we can pray the Yule log prayer believing and watch Jesus answers in amazing ways.

Thank you Jesus for giving me peace, warmth and rest in your arms. May I not only pray for the needs of others, but also provide hope throughout this Christmas season.

© 2011 Dawn M Sexton

Friday, December 30, 2011

Between the Manger and the Cross

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Matthew 28:19 (NIV)

With Christmas behind us, and the New Year only days away, it’s easy to put away the baby in the manger along with all of the other Christmas decorations. During the holidays, we might find ourselves trying to put the focus on the reason for the season; but after the last present is unwrapped, and the last needle falls from the tree–what remains?

Just as we try to keep Christ in Christmas, we should also keep Him in our hearts every day. We need to remember exactly why that baby in the manger was born (which, by the way, was to die). Not only do we need to understand that reason, we need to concentrate on the life that He lived between the manger and the cross.

Everything that Jesus did from cradle to grave was to reconcile the creation to the creator–the Father to His children.

In Biblical times it was the duty of the son to carry on the father’s work. We are to go about our Father’s work as well. His work is to make disciples of all nations. He is not willing that any should perish.

As we carry on the family business, we will be following in the footsteps of Christ; spreading the Gospel to all with whom we come in contact. News this great was meant to be shared!

Lord, help me to always remember that nothing I do is more important than telling others about the saving grace of your son Jesus Christ.

© 2011 Kimberly Mattio Halfen

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Blessed Gifts

Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.
Psalm 127:3 (NASB)
As a child, my mother gave me a doll almost every Christmas. One year I received a Betsy Wetsy, who lived up to her name. One Christmas Mom decided to give me one of her dolls. She was large with a soft kid body. Her legs, arms and head were plaster-of-paris. Another was a tall teenager with moveable elbows and knees. Mom worked late nights before Christmas making their clothes.

They were well-cared for. I spent hours playing with them. They were taken for walks in my yellow doll buggy, and sat quietly when I taught “doll” school. Once I learned to sew, they received pretty gowns of my own design.

In a small way, my time as a “doll mommy” gave me a longing to someday become a real mom. Gazing into the eyes of my first son, my heart swelled with joy and thankfulness for God’s amazing gift. Mom sewed baby clothes and soft blankets for my son just as she had for my dolls.

Although they were special to me as a child, dolls can never compare to the relationships I have with my sons and my grandchildren. Dolls were not real nor could they respond to me. Babies reveal God’s love to our families. As we love and care for our babies and children, we see God’s love reflected in their smiles and in their small hands reaching for ours. Our hearts melt when they say, “I love you.”

Thank you, Lord, for revealing your love through the gift of babies and children. Bless and watch over our families. Amen
© 2011 Diane E. Hussey

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Home for the Holidays?

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Psalm 127: 3-4 (NIV)

Now that my sons are grown and out on their own, gathering for the holidays is no longer a certainty. School and work schedules conspire against maintaining that cheery family unit gathered around the Thanksgiving table or the Christmas tree. My new found freedom was welcome at first. But now I find myself eagerly seeking out those rare opportunities to be together as we were when they were children.

As Christians, we know that Christmas is so much more than generic holiday greetings, exchanging overpriced gifts, and watching Frosty the Snowman on TV. The birth of Jesus is more cause for celebration than just about any other occasion. That is why being with family at this time of year is so meaningful. Taking special time out from our worldly cares and responsibilities to give glory and honor to God; to thank Him for sending his son into the world so that we might be saved and reconciled to Him, that is truly cause for thanksgiving.

So what do we do when we can’t be together for the holidays? We share our love in any and every way possible: through cards, on the phone, via email, even Facebook. The connection is still there, and the joy of knowing that we have Christ and each other.

Heavenly father, thank you for the precious love of family as we celebrate the birth of your son, Jesus Christ.

© 2011 G. Francis Johnson 

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Perfect Gift

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,. ” James 1:17 (NIV)

Opening gifts on December 25th is the highlight of Christmas Day for many. My mother was the biggest kid in our house at Christmas time. One year, the excitement for an expected gift motivated my mother to insist that her family stay up until one minute after midnight, Christmas morning, to open that present.

To keep us all awake and together, Mom cooked a large feast filled with the savory aroma of candied sweet potatoes, the enticing smell of roasted turkey gravy and the alluring fragrance of bubbling melted cheese in her famous dish, old-fashioned macaroni and cheese.

Belt loosening full were we, when at the stroke of midnight December 24th, Mom quickly gathered us around our Christmas tree. It was decorated with brightly glowing colored lights, and perched on the highest tree limb was our traditional chirping bird ornament. She couldn’t wait to open her highly desired present. She expected a diamond engagement ring, but instead she got diamond earrings. With a smile on her face and disappointment in her eyes, she opened her remaining gifts.

Personal reactions to gifts opened are always unpredictable, no matter how much time, effort and thought the gift buyer puts into it. While we shop for gifts, let us also remember to give the gift of the gospel of Jesus Christ and open the good and perfect gift of Salvation for someone this Christmas.

Father, as we prepare for family gatherings, attend Christmas programs, and shop till we drop, remind us that Christmas can’t be purchased in a store. Help us to remember to share your good and perfect gift, Jesus Christ, this Christmas season.

© 2011 Danielle Martin Moffett

Monday, December 26, 2011

The Christmas Star

He [the Lord] determines the number of the stars, he gives to all of them their names. Psalm 147:3-4 (RSV)

Why did God create shooting stars? People watch them and wonder. Attracted by stellar beauty or personal curiosity, students soon learn that shooting stars are meteors, often originating in the Leonid, Perseid or Geminid constellations. Dedicated astronomers can predict the time, place, intensity and visibility of these divinely inspired events; however, they keep searching for the reasons, the natural purpose for their destruction.

The Psalmist looked beyond the analytic facts of the stars’ existence and used them to praise the Lord for His greatness, abundant power and understanding. Someday, scientists may find a celestial parallel with earth’s annual disintegration of falling leaves. Stars may not fall in as great abundance as leaves, but nothing is wasted either in the Lord’s natural world or in His theological world. Everything has purpose.

When Christ’s followers look to the sky and remember the Christmas Star, they know it had a one-time theological purpose---lead the Magi to Christ. There was no need for it to appear again and again. Those living today never saw that particularly bright star, but through reading the Christmas story, we can imagine it. We don’t need to see it in because we remember our own journey to Christ. Our personal memory of discovering Him combined with the Magi’s story brings a joyous desire to celebrate Christmas—again, and again and again.

Lord, as we celebrate the beauty of the Christmas sky, remember the star, the Magi, and our path to your side, let us, like the Psalmist, praise your greatness, power, and understanding. Amen.

© 2011 V. Colclasure

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Morn

And this shall be a sign unto you, Ye shall find a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. Luke 2:12 (KJV)

In a field, so lush and green,
a brilliant light could be seen.
Sheep stirred restless in their fright
to see this unfamiliar sight.
Shepherds knelt in instant awe,
when heavenly angels they all saw.
A choir of angels sang so sweet.
God's message to mankind was complete.
"A child is born, a Savior, dear.
In swaddling clothes, the Messiah's here.
In yonder town called 'Bethlehem,'
in a stable small, warm and dim.
Go! See the babe in manger there,
so sweet is He, in Mary's care."
So, off to Bethlehem they fled,
obeying the words the angel said.
A babe in swaddling clothes they found,
in the little Bethlehem town.
In manger small, made for His bed,
there was no pillow for His head.
He did not cry, but lay asleep
as Joseph, guardian, his watch did keep.
Mary, His mother, slept in rest
beside her babe in warm straw nest.
The shepherds knelt in wonder there
to give God 'thanks,' for a miracle shared.
They told of the heralds, the angels words,
they've news of a new-born king assured.
To the lowest of men the message was given
as those humble men gazed up to heaven.
The first to witness Messiah born
to bless us all on Christmas morn.
Two thousand years have passed since then.
Still the message is given each year to men.
"Glory in the Highest" we shout praises still.
And "Peace to men who need good will."

Lord, may we remember the reason you sent your beloved Son as the Christmas season comes once more. Amen.

(c) 2011 E. Bonnie Ryan

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Barnyard Christmas Eve

And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7 (NAS)

One Christmas Eve, after waving good-bye to our guests, I went to feed and bed down my bunnies for the cold night. Grabbing some apple slices as a treat for them I realized to my dismay, that in all the holiday rush, fresh hay had been forgotten. Immediately my thoughts went to the farm lady nearby. She loved animals too and would understand. Quickly calling her, I apologized for the interruption. She seemed genuinely glad to help. I wrapped a box of homemade cookies and hurried out the door.

From the hill, a stunning sunset showcased her farm. Pausing to take in the brilliant orange and violet swirls, I realized this was a special moment, compliments of the Father. In quiet adoration I took a moment to praise Him for the gift of His Son.

Walking the darkened dirt path to the barnyard, another surprise awaited. Ever so softly, sweet carols drifted on hay and animal-scented air. Cows lowed quietly. A warm glow beckoned from an opened door. In awe I thanked God for a tiny glimpse into the wonder of that Holy night when Jesus was born. Treading silently, tears in my eyes, I stepped into the warm light anticipating a baby in a manger. There was my friend, greeting me with a big smile. "Perfect," she said, "A bale of clover, my Christmas gift to your bunnies!" I smiled, handing her the cookies and treasured the gift I had already received.

Father, thank you for the most perfect gift of Your Son!

(c) 2011 Bonnie Mae Evans 

Friday, December 23, 2011

Gift Exchange

To bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. Isaiah 61:3b (NIV)

I played a game at a Christmas party one year that stirred up a very

un-Christmas-like emotion.

The game started innocently enough. We passed out packages, expressing delight over creative wrapping techniques, then set about tearing through paper and tape. There were no extravagant offerings; only $10-limit surprises. Once all the gifts were revealed, we began.

The rules were simple. If we wanted to keep our own present, we did nothing. But if we wanted someone else’s gift, we could take it and give them ours. Then, time limit set, we began taking turns.

Enter selfishness. Cheap gifts that would never have captured our attention became obsessions. We waited, coveting one special item, plotting how to get it for ourselves. Nothing stood in our way: not kindness, not consideration, and certainly not sacrifice.

How different is Christ. He had all the riches of Heaven, but left them behind to give us life. He gave willingly, wholeheartedly—sacrificially. And we who were poor and destitute, without hope in this world, received blessings and riches beyond compare. Jesus Christ took our rags and gave us robes of righteousness. He took our mourning and gave us joy. He took our anxiety and gave us peace that passes all understanding.

Thankfully, He did have one obsession after all: to win us. This is our Savior, our God—and our friend.

Lord, help us to remember you and to give with your Spirit this Christmas season. Thank you for all the gifts you give, especially for giving yourself—in a manger, on a cross, and in our circumstances.

© 2011 Katherine A. Fuller

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Ballerina Dreams

If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him.
Matthew 7:11 (NASB)

When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up to be a ballerina. One of my favorite books showed pictures of children doing exercises to become good dancers. I spent hours practicing them and looking at the beautiful gowns worn by ballerinas in their performances. I fell in love with ballet.

One Christmas, my mom surprised me with a lovely pink satin tutu with matching slippers that tied like real ballet shoes. Peeking from under the skirt was an attached royal blue petticoat that made my skirt stand out like a real tutu. I was thrilled! My mother made this special costume for me because she understood my dream, and because she loves me. This memory still brings tears to my eyes.

Special gifts from loved ones remind us of the ways God reveals His love to us. He loves us so much that He sent His only Son to earth to die for our sins. He hopes we will accept the free gift of salvation through Jesus.

As we open our hearts to God’s gift, we are able to share His love with others. He enables us to reach out and forgive those who have hurt us, and to give the gift of time to an elderly woman in a nursing home. We are thankful for the simple pleasures of a meal shared with our families or a long talk with a close friend.

Dear Father, Thank you for the gift of a Mother’s love, and for revealing your love though the gift of your Son. Amen.

© 2011 Diane E. Hussey

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Christmas Travel

For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; . . . And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6 (NKJV)

On the way to Bethlehem perhaps Joseph sang, “Pele Ya’ate, Pele Ya’ate, Wonderful Counselor, Pele Ya’ate.” His song calmed Mary and her unborn baby as she tried to balance between a donkey’s withers and its haunches. Mary needed to hold off the pangs of child birth until their journey was finished.

Today, I imagine this scene as most of us visit friends or go to Grandma’s house. Life is so different. Some people will take cross-country trips via plane or car. True, all basic traveling concerns are the same as Mary’s: pack enough clothes, carry enough food, have enough money and find places to stay. But now we call ahead for hotel reservations; interstates have designated rest stops; and every town has restaurants and fuel stations. The process is much more comfortable and convenient.

Normally, though, trips in the twenty-first century are voluntary, not mandated by government officials. Like Mary, though, travel is difficult because it interrupts normal routine, adds elements of the unknown, and produces cranky people. Kids must be strapped into car seats. Bones and muscles start to ache. Rigid airline agents dislike travelers’ attitudes. Bad weather impedes and changes everyone’s schedules.

What a wonderful change, then, for us to hear someone sing the Christmas songs extolling Jesus, Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace, a Son given to us to be King of our hearts and souls. Let us remember the angels’ song, and carry the Lord’s joy no matter where we go, and share it.

Lord, Bless us with thoughts and songs of your joy and peace as we travel this Christmas. Amen.

© 2011 V. Colclasure

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life. Rev. 22:14 (NIV)

One of my favorite childhood memories involves a huge fir tree that graced our living room every year. It went up about two weeks before Christmas and was decorated as a family project with bubble lights, collectible glass balls, and aluminum icicles carefully laid by hand on each branch one at a time.

One year when my sister and I were teenagers, our tree began showing serious signs of dying, a week before Christmas. Each day we vacuumed more brown needles. By Christmas Eve, it was obvious that our tree would not last through Christmas Day, and would absolutely be naked by New Year’s Eve. We purchased another tree—one with green needles. We took down the dead tree, cleaned up the mess, put up the new tree and finished decorating it before Santa put out presents for our little sister.

The custom of decorating a tree as part of the Christmas celebration is a modern invention that at first seems to have nothing to do with our Lord and Savior. Yet a tree is often mentioned in scripture. Adam and Eve suffered dire consequences when they disobeyed God and ate from the tree of good and evil (Gen 3:13-18). The crowd waved branches from a palm tree when Jesus entered the city (John 12:13). Jesus died, hanging on a tree (1Peter 2:24). The Lord promises that those who overcome will have the right to eat from the tree of life (Rev. 2:7).

Scripture reveals that, after all, the Christmas tree is not an empty symbol.

Lord, help me to be reminded of all You have done for me when I see a Christmas tree.

© 2011 Christy Struben

Monday, December 19, 2011


Welcome and receive [to your hearts] one another, then, even as Christ has welcomed and received you, for the glory of God. Romans 15:7 (AMP)

Have you noticed that during the holidays we are more cordial to one another?  A teenager, trick or treating, thought he would be smart. Instead of the usual greeting from children of “Happy Halloween,” he said, “Merry Christmas.” There was my chance. I said, “Do you know why we say, ‘Merry Christmas?’”

“No!” he said.

“That is when we celebrate the birth of Christ,” I replied.

He quickly left my porch. By his response, I could tell he did not know what I was talking about.

While shopping during the Christmas season, we hear sales people say, “Happy Holidays.” They may be saying it to be pleasant, or to be “politically correct,” or they do not know the reason for our celebration. Accepting the greeting with love in our hearts, no matter the reason, is what counts for the glory of God.

One of my favorite greetings was passed on to my husband and me one Christmas evening. All eleven of our guests were arriving the day after Christmas. What would we do on this wonderful day of the year? We decided to have dinner at a Chinese restaurant and go to a movie. The restaurant was filled. People were enjoying one another and conversation was flowing. After a fine meal, the Chinese waiter returned with our credit slip to sign and exclaimed boldly, “Merry Christmas!”

Dear Lord, Help us receive others as you receive them with your love. Amen

© 2011 Mary Burkey

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Don't Forget the Batteries

I am the way, the truth and the light!” Jesus answered. Without me, no one can go to the Father. John 14:6 (CEV)

When one thinks of all the wonderful things of the Christmas season, the birth of our Savior, baking, singing and shopping, what is the one thing we always forget? The batteries! No zooming cars, no talking dolls, no electronics! The children and even some adults are are upset because they are unable to use some of their gifts immediately.

What do we do next? We run to a store in search of batteries. But to our dismay, most of them are closed, the open ones have raised the prices drastically, and they are always sold out of the size we need. What a mess, no batteries, little children (and big) children upset, no toys to play with, no peace, no joy. Is the day ruined? I don't think so. It is exactly in times like these that we need to remember the true meaning of Christmas, the Celebration of Jesus' birth. We give gifts, but he is the gift. Wise men followed the star which is light and ended up finding the Light.

Just like some of our presents won't work without batteries, our lives don't function properly if we are not connected to the right power. Acts 1:8 says “You shall receive power. When the Holy Spirit comes on you.” Sometimes, just like the batteries in our toys need to be replaced or recharged, we need to be mindful of checking our connection with our Power Source

Thank you, Father for sending your son Jesus, the gift, the light and power. When we are connected to your energy force, all is well in our lives.

© 2011 Wanda Currie

Saturday, December 17, 2011

God's Super Glue

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted. Luke 4:18a (KJV)

I have a glass-enclosed cabinet with several glass shelves that hold all of the beautiful, expensive Hummel figurines my husband and daughter have given me. Once a year I open the case and clean them. I clean all the glass and wood on the case and then replace the Hummels. One time doing this chore, I cracked one of the largest, most loved figurines, thereby causing it to lose its charm. I was brokenhearted. Quickly finding the super glue, I put it back together, holding it tightly until the pieces bonded. The break is not visible, but it is no longer perfect. Still, it has value to me.

Are we not like that in the eyes of our Lord? None of us are perfect. We were not born perfect, yet our Lord cares for each of us. He is there for us to lean upon when we are brokenhearted. Imagine our hearts within our chests, literally cracked and broken from some unhappy incident, or perhaps our spirits broken at the loss of a loved one. Imagine too, that Jesus comes to our aid, putting our hearts back together with His super glue of love. We may think about the scars, but Jesus loves us unconditionally. His love makes us whole in His sight. He values us as priceless.

Lord, may Your Holy Spirit rest upon me so that I may do my part in sharing Your healing gospel of love. Amen.

(c) 2011 E. Bonnie Ryan

Friday, December 16, 2011

Christmas Gift Exchange

Every good and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights. James 1:17 NKJV

One Christmas morning from my childhood sticks out in my memory. My father was so excited about the gift that Santa had left for my three year old brother, Dick. My parents directed Dick’s attention to a large decorated box. They gave him instructions to tear off the ribbon and paper. But he was content to sit, suck his thumb, hold his blankie and admire the box. He looked at them as if to say, “Why destroy the pretty box?”

Dick got in the swing of things and started tearing paper, a fun game, although he couldn’t tear paper any other time. Paper flew this way and that, and now and then Mom or Dad would coax off a stubborn piece. Finally, a peddle car was exposed. Dad lifted the car and placed it in the middle of the room. Dick’s face glowed with delight as he pulled over the box, grabbed his blanket and crawled inside. He was content.

“The car is your gift, Dick. Come sit in your new car.” Dad picked Dick up to place him in the car. But Dick screamed and kicked, and finally Dad put him down and he ran back into the box, blankie in hand. Mom and Dad kept saying. “The car is your gift.” Dad was disappointed.

Today, as I look around at all the Christmas decorations, at all the elaborate spending, I want to shout, “People, Jesus is your Gift.” You won’t be disappointed. In Him you have peace, security and love.

Dear Lord, forgive us for our misguided loyalities. Ignite our hearts that Jesus is the Gift. Amen.

© 2011 Lois Gosley

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Ruining the Surprise

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.” Luke 2:10 (NIV)

Some people cannot stand surprises. I have a friend who is forced to hide his wife’s Christmas gifts at other people’s houses. Helping him one year, I recalled a picture my mother took long ago of my father, hunched over in the dark by the tree. He was unwrapping and peeking into his Christmas gifts!

If Mom had not caught him in the act, or had not photographed proof of his guilt, I don’t think we ever would have found out. As it was, it was difficult to believe. Every fold and piece of tape were put back with precision when he finished his investigation.

I have the opposite problem. I never mind waiting for my gift; however, I do find it difficult to not tell others what I have gotten for them. Excitement wells in my heart, not just because of the time and thought that went into the gift, but because I just know it's the perfect gift for them. They'll love it.

I guess it’s true either way—a good gift is hard to keep secret.

Prophets said Christ would come. When he did, a host of angels proclaimed it to the world, singing “Glory to God in the highest!” The secret was out. Through that one perfect and eternal gift, we received acceptance, belonging, redemption, security, love, and so much more. At last—peace with God.

So don’t get upset when someone “ruins the surprise,” or even when you let the secret slip yourself. God did, and look how that turned out!

Lord, thank you for sharing your gift with the world.

© 2011 Katherine A. Fuller

Friday, December 9, 2011

Waiting on the Path

Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.
Psalm 25:4-5 (NIV)

An old allegory tells the story of a man’s walk along a path. When the man stays on the designated path, his life goes well. When he strays off the walkway, he ends up in terrible trouble. After facing and overcoming perilous dangers, he learns the way to life with God along the original narrow road.

In my Christian walk I have occasionally gone in the wrong direction. The step off God’s path was barely noticeable at first. The people I chose to spend time with negatively influenced my walk in subtle ways. Some shared inspirational ideas that seemed to be about God, but they were not living according to His principles.

What we see in movies, what we read or listen to online, and where we go may lead us astray. Although we may have taken a wrong turn years ago, God always gives us an opportunity to return to Him and walk His way.

God has given His word to teach us His precepts for living. We can learn to be discerning about what we see and hear, and we can choose friends who are going in the same direction with the Lord. In the Sermon on the Mount Jesus told the crowd that the road that leads to destruction is broad, but the road that leads to life is narrow. I want to stay on that narrow road.

I thank you, Father, for waiting for me to return to walk with you. Guide me to stay on your path. Amen

© 2011 Diane E. Hussey

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Christmas Carols

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” Luke 2:14 (NIV)

What Christmas carol that still sung today dates back to the Middle Ages? The answer: “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel”.

Chapters 1 and 2 of Luke are the basis for many well known Christmas carols. “Away in A Manger”; “Silent Night, Holy Night”; “Joy To The World”; “What Child is This”; and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” are just a few examples of the songs that originated from the book of Luke.

I just love listening to “What Child is This”. As a mother of three children I can not imagine what Mary had to endure while preparing for the birth of Jesus. “Away in A Manger” makes me feel for the hardship of Mary having to lay Jesus in a manger. “Silent Night, Holy Night” helps me to see what a special moment in history this was. “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” makes me want to sing His praises to the world. My heart is filled with joy when I listen to “Joy To The World”. I could listen to Christmas Carols all year. In fact I do.

“O Come, O Come, Emmanuel” has endured the passing of time. This classic helps us see that Jesus is always with us whether or not it is Christmas . I will always love the carols. Just reread the story of Jesus' birth and try to think up other songs we sing this time of the year.

Thank you Jesus for the time to remember the story of “Your” birth through the songs of Christmas. Help me to always sing with the joy of your presence.

© 2011 Dawn M Sexton