A season of joy and beauty.
A season of excitement and wonder.
Expectation.
For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given,
and the government will be upon his shoulders.
And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6
One of the joys of being parents is seeing the world thru new eyes, laughing at lifes simple pleasures and marveling in the world around you, seeing it anew thru the eyes and excitement level of a toddler or young child. Christmas is one of those times when at a young age the birth of our Saviour can get turned into something selfish and worldly or beautiful and praise-worthy.
This is the third year Andy and I have decided to follow the church calendar by consciously celebrating Advent. And the whole family is loving it. For anyone out there interested we are using the book "Why Christmas" by Barbara Reaoch. Twenty five days of devotions, at a childs level but still interesting and thought provoking enough for an adult. There are hymns to sing everyday, a Bible passage to read and scripture to memorize. Kids have an amazing capacity for memorization and love the building and continuity of learning parts from Luke 2. I'm the one having a hard time with it since we did not learn the ESV, but rather the NIV, so I stumble a little and Seth proudly rumbles on over me:)
There's something extra special about expecting a child around Christmas as well, as I can feel the eager anticipation Mary must have felt waiting for her baby to be born. When will it happen? How will everything go? Did she have patience at the end? The Bible doesn't tell us much but I can feel her calmness and trust in God, making my impatience and nervousness seem insignificant and trivial.
Just another reason to be thankful from the bottom of our hearts, for God's gift of Jesus, to us.
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above your deep and dreamless sleep,
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light,
The hopes and fears of all the years,
Are met in thee tonight.
How still we see thee lie!
Above your deep and dreamless sleep,
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light,
The hopes and fears of all the years,
Are met in thee tonight.
O holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sins and enter in,
Be born to us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell:
Oh, come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sins and enter in,
Be born to us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell:
Oh, come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!


