Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Sunday, December 25, 2005

O Holy Night

For most of us, outside of family and friends, the world does not take note of our entry into the world. We slip in quietly among the masses.

So it was with the birth of Jesus. Born in a stable, who took note of the birth of one more baby? His birth, though, was indicative of why He came, to be one of us, among us.

The first to hear of his birth were shepherds, hardly the high and mighty power brokers of the day. The birth was announced by angels, and those who were looking knew a king had been born.

But Jesus lived most of his life quietly, a life of work in the carpentry shop among his family. Not until He was 30 did He begin the ministry he came to do. He came for us.

Merry Christmas one and all.

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