I do not know why I do this – it is May not December. Why December – one point in the year to remember. Stuff Christmas in July, what about May? What about every month? A day to remember the birth and one to remember His death. Or would that detract from the once yearly celebrations? [/sarcasm – maybe]
A voice of one calling, “In the desert prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the widerness a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all mankind together will see it. For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.”
It’s kind of pathetic how we only usually head to read the Christmas story around that time. I asked mum which one of the gospels had the most detailed account because I’d fogotten, so had she it seems. I asked Hannah and she thought I was testing her… okay.
So I’ll read Matthew – it’s first.
… so not the detailed account. 3 Chapters. But to return where the Isaiah passage left off:
John the Baptist in 3:11
“But after me will come one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not fit to carry.”
Thank you God for the fulfilment, the promise of Jesus.
Help one point in each year not to be the only time I remember.
Your glory was revealed and will continue being revealed.
Help me to grasp the enormity of it all.
Help me to know you more.
later thoughts that didn’t make it onto paper…
So my Christmas was stuffed. My December 25th absorbed and consumed by a memory. It’s different doing it another time. Sure not the whole thing – hardly that for 30mins on a Friday night in May. It’s strange to put on ‘the Messiah’, quite without thinking and as a result set out urgently to find the Isaiah passage, the one that just makes it’s way into your hands quite naturally the other time of the year…
Not fit to carry his sandals…