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. Isaiah 9:6
Pages of promises and prophecies were written and fulfilled in plain sight… Joy defeats fear. Hope subdues despair. Belief overcomes doubt. Life conquers death. A thousand words — to us! God had spoken many times about His love. He had been quite clear. The birth. The beating. The crucifixion. The death. The resurrection. A thousand songs gently wrapped in a single verse. Yet we were still quick to doubt, quick to fear, quick to hate. For we still had gaps in our lives left by the death of loved ones; left by years of broken promises; left by uninvited tears — and tears —the complex narrative of human fabric.
Now the very hands that had fashioned the world ached from wrestling with his mother’s discomfort. Wrestling with her apprehension. Wrestling with her body. There was fatigue and love in his voice as he spoke softly to the ribs he had used to fashion her. Still the waves of pain threatened to undo her. There was no resting now. No time for catching her breath. No time to consider her own trepidation. Mary knew more than a thousand words. As a mother, she knew the depth and power of her child’s identity. As a woman, she knew the uncomfortable circumstances of this birth. Why her first-born son would not have her husband’s name. Why she had no dreams for her own child. Why he instead had dreams for her and all humanity. She was young and inexperienced and felt alone and ill-prepared. Her tears were not those of an expecting mother. Her tears were those of a grieving widow. And when the baby heard his mother’s cry amidst the pangs of birth, he asked God the Father to lift him up so he might release her from her pain… and at that very moment his head pressed forth into the night air; burst forth to bless the world.
He had moved from his restful home in heaven into the womb of the human soul. Suddenly all walking in darkness saw the great light. All living in the land of the shadow of death witnessed the day glory dawned. He looked out at the world and his compassion enlarged the nations borders and increased their joy. The humble planned a celebration. The religious prepared a crucifixion. The yoke that burdened all mankind, the bar across their shoulders, and the rod of their oppressor was shattered.
Now He who possessed the power to heal and make whole, who rules over time and space, held his mother in his arms. And the exhaustion of Mary finally agreed to sleep. Her distress finally yielded to peace. With exhaustion and love in his voice he tenderly looked up at her peaceful resting face and lovingly whispered a thousand words — to us!
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Thank you for taking the time to read and distribute my blog to others in 2009. It was my humble attempt to share thoughts, to stimulate conversation, to inspire a thirst for the inner journey, but more importantly it was a small glimpse into the heart of God — how He views us — how He ‘so loves’ —us! I realize 2009 was filled with personal success as well as personal tragedy, with monumental highs and unexpected lows! Many of you reached your mountaintop in 2009 even as others had their hopes dashed and retreated to the shadows in anticipation of catching their second wind. But make no mistake; God is calling you to fulfill His promises for your life. You may think your gift is insignificant but God never consigns gifts without the expectation for them to bear fruit for your life. Listen carefully… 2010 is the year of fulfillment! You are running out of time and as it was with Jonah God is running out of patience. This is because your gift solves a world problem. Your gift unlocks someone else’s blessing. In fact, someone is going to give up on life in 2010 if you refuse to step into your destiny. This is why I have been led to create another blog simply titled: Expect2bBlessed! This blog will be solely dedicated to each and everyone’s personal success. It will have a “twitter-type format so that we all can have a voice in the effort to support and encourage one another as we move from the comfort of the couch through the doorway of destiny. Success never happens in the middle of the night, it happens in the light of day. 2010 is your year, our year. It is my sincere prayer that twelve months from now we will look back on 2010 as our own special “leap year.” Expect2bBlessed!
Happy New Year!!!!
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. Rumi
It is your season of light in the middle of your season of darkness. It is your spring of hope in the midst of your winter of despair. It is paradise in your heart accompanied by the paradox in your soul. It is heaven in your prayers along with the hell in your practices. We have Face book but no face time. We communicate more efficiently but not more effectively. Modern medicine has extended life but has not increased its quality. Women have greater rights but possess no greater righteousness. Men possess greater power but have less strength. Our children have greater access to information but lack common sense and wisdom.
This is where the two world’s touch… where one age ends and the promise of another begins. But this world cannot afford another decade like the one we are so quick to leave behind. It cannot handle the birth of another 9/11 without first giving balance to the world through the life of a Mother Theresa. It can ill-afford another Katrina without offering humanity another Dr. King. It cannot endure another Sudan without humanity foremost embracing its Savior.
Today… Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Take down your musical instrument and play a love song to a lonely hurting world. Let the beauty of what you love become what you do. The world is waiting for your gift. God is waiting for you to embrace His guarantee. He has sped up time in this dimension for that reason and now you must keep pace with the times or fall further behind your own promise. You do not need a New Years Resolution; you need to wake up from your slumber and become what God has called you to become. You must no longer inhibit the anointing on your life by walking with those who fellowship with darkness. Ten years have passed without your involvement. Ten years have passed without your voice being heard. Ten years have come and gone like a breeze with secrets to tell you. Where will you be ten years from now? Are you where you said you would be ten years ago? And what do you really want? Awake from your decade long slumber and move boldly into your destiny where the two world’s touch. There are truly hundreds of ways — to bless —to kneel and kiss the ground.
Happy New Year!!!
“Fear not, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all people; for unto you is born, this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord” Luke 2:10, 11
The night was peaceful except for the irrepressible wail of a newborn echoing in the darkness. In the distance, there were men trembling from the cold . . . spent by years of routine. Exhaustion gave way to duty. Distress gave way to relief. Several of their grazing sheep had strayed too far. Defenseless creatures finally found by one of the shepherds. They were committed to this life of isolation. Married to this bride of silence. They were not used to the stir and excitement of the city. Their roof was the vault of heaven. Their blanket was the canopy of stars. Sameness and monotony did not diminish their gratitude for their home in the fields. Everyday there was the rustling of the wind in the grass, the plaintive cries of the sheep and an occasional distant howl of a wolf. Nothing exciting ever caused their hearts to beat faster until that night.
As anguish and agony shadowed a young delicate face, a child pressed forth from a womb into this dimension and its cry— the laughter of a newborn pierced the dark night. Suddenly a light filled the heavens as if it was noonday, which frightened them. The glory of the Lord shone bright — a resplendent sight and reassuring voice to the hosts of heaven and to all people on earth of good tidings of peace and joy. It was all Eve ever hoped for. It was all Mary ever knew. The magnificent sight mesmerized even earthly kings, but these were shepherds not wise men. Oh, how they wished they could express in words the mystery of this night that was so precious, gripping, just past the mettle of men. Then the heavens burst into song— a great multitude in concert— a symphony of praise. Angelic voices filled the night air tenderly touching human ears and bringing peace to humble shepherds and comfort to the excited heart of a young mother and delight to the soul of her newborn child.
The shepherds stood entranced for nothing in their life experiences had prepared them for this. And they wondered in unison why God would “waste” such a moment, such a glorious announcement on simple shepherds, on such uneducated men? Yet in spite of their consternation they became willing vessels. So without haste, they made their way to Bethlehem to see if the words the angels had assigned to their hearts would manifest in their lives. But instead of a palace and a King in royal robes, they found Mary and Joseph, and a Babe lying in a manger. The sight of the newborn child had a peculiar effect on the normally silent and uncommunicative shepherds. Their tongues were immediately loosed and the stoic became supple. Enthusiastic couriers of Good News! But still they couldn’t fully understand the significance of this night as it related to the child. They didn’t understand why Kings would bow or heaven would alter its patterns of light or the angels would compose an eternal song. And though Kings understood one must always bow down in the presence of a higher authority, humble shepherds only knew the ways of the wilderness. They only understood duty and responsibility: that standing not bowing was watching; that walking not cowering was protecting. So they innocently asked, “Can’t we walk instead?” And the most magnificent spectacle ever witnessed occurred. An angel gingerly reached out and touched the tiny hand of the child and the entire meadow revealed hordes of angels bowing to the newborn King. They looked at one another in absolute astonishment and without wasting another moment fell to the ground with parched lips kissing the earth in gratitude. Now all the years littered with the fatigue of sameness coupled with the love that had been trapped in taciturn voices tenderly whispered the name of Jesus.