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3 of 7: JOY

christmas-rejoice3 of 7: JOY. All day a derivative (yeah, yeah – another English teacher word – what can I say? 40 years of words doesn’t go away easily)..hmmm..better start over. All day a deriviative of the word JOY has been scuttling around in my mind. Squeezing through little cracks of my busyness. Squeaking in my physical world as well as in my internal sphere. Saturating my life with its presence. Like the good teacher He is, God knows repetition is a pretty good teacing tool. Soooooo..after plaguing me all day, I can finally say “Alright all ready – got it – I’ll pass it on.” Ready? REJOICE!

“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Emmanuel” Is 7:14b

REJOICE! An old-fashioned word, and one of those words we don’t use often The-Weary-World-Rejoices-Free-Christmas-Printableanymore except in church around Christmas and Easter. Yet – what other word conveys the extreme excitement – that JOY upon JOY upon JOY upon JOY upon JOY – that REJOICE portrays when you say it. It is not the sit-in-your-seats JOY. It is the jump up and down, smile all the way down to your toes, happy tears flooding your face JOY that can not be contained with just one JOYOUS explosion. Get it? RE – JOICE!

“O come, O come, Emmanuel!
Redeem thy captive Israel
That into exile drear is gone,
Far from the face of God’s dear Son.
Shall come to thee, O Israel.”.

Tomorrow is the hump day of the work week. JOY. Last of the Christmas parties, Christmas shopping, Christmas cards (done) weekend. JOY. Next week it will be Christmas Eve. JOY. Beholding a babe in the manger ———- REJOICE! See the difference?

“.Veni, veni Emmanuel!” I can’T say it often enough. It is my constant prayer. REJOICE! REJOICE!

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7 of 7: HOPE

christmas star7 of 7: HOPE. O Father – I come —– broken —– hopeless —– knees pierced by the stones of selfish sins………on the stormiest of nights – when darkness has dug its deepest pit – and sadness presses me so deeply into the ground that I feel as if I will never see the light of day again…I claw with desparate fingers from the mire that threatens to suffogate with its heaviness….yet even so – not strong enough to pull free and still buried too deeply beneath the the dirt and filth that is the curse of erroneous choices upon this plane……that is when I yearn to see Thy face the most.waiting… pleading with words I do not know…then,,,lightly at first…a bright ray breaks the darkness…HOPE blooms and the heart sings…”O come, o come, Emmanuel…”

“And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.” Lk 2:1