“For a Child hath been born to us, A Son hath been given to us, And the princely power is on his shoulder, And He doth call his name Wonderful, Counsellor, Mighty God, Father of Eternity, Prince of Peace.” ~Is 9:6
You have to love Isaiah. When he gives a prophecy about a child being born in Israel – he gets excited. One name is not enough. He hints at the Trinity before the Trinity was given a name. Father and Son wrapped so closely together that they are one in the same. Two for the price of One. A gift to a stiff-necked, stubborn people.
Unlike Simeon who prayed and waited – year after year – to see the birth of salvation, we are still a stubbon, stiff-necked people who prize our intelligence over the wisdom that has been waiting just outside our doors. I like seeing what is going on in my social media group of friends. I don’t like seeing the dissension that is arising between family members, friends, races, cultures – evil that is rippling in and out of the spiritual dimensions into the physical.
I used this carol earlier in these devotionals, but it is appropriate here as well. I long for the Prince of Peace to return. Charles Wesley wrote a powerful Christmas carol. Hark the Herald Angels Sing. The last verse of this song has always resonated within me, but it especially resonates this Christmas…
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings;
Mild, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth:
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King.
Words: Charles Wesley (1707-88), George Whitfield (1714-70),
Since I am basically a lazy person, I looked up the lyrics of this carol so I could just copy and paste instead of typing them word by word. I didn’t realize that originally there had been more verses to this song.. Thought maybe some of you might find this as interesting as I did. These four verses no longer appear in the song and yet – fit our world so perfectly as I pray.
Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.
Now display thy saving power,
Ruin’d nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to thine.
Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp thy image in its place.
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
Let us thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the life, the inner man:
O, to all thyself impart,
Form’d in each believing heart.
Somehow tonight those last four verses circle round in my prayers over and over. We need the Prince of Peace in our world more than we know.