25 Songs of Christmas (#8 – Do You Hear What I Hear)
World peace begins with a breeze and a baby.
World peace begins with a breeze and a baby.
The thing with dreams is how they are skewed. Depending on how we are made or how we chose to remember a day or event, we tend to either remember only the good and gloss over the rough or the opposite.
Are we joining in with creation in rejoicing that the incarnated Son is on the throne? The Savior reigns. In those three short words is packed so much beautiful theology. Is it in you?
Oh the weather inside is frightful…
You might be Frozen but I’m not. When you are out shoveling that driveway… again. When the passing car splatters you with icky brown sludge… again. When you can’t find that stinking left hand glove… again. When your car is saying it is too cold to start… again.
Just remember to…
I was very late coming home that night and I could not believe what the driver in front of me was doing…
What if it isn’t safe? Does that change our responsibility? Should that change our actions?
The fact we are usually quite rightly seen as something to be avoided rather than emulated says far more about the church than it does the world.
There is something beautiful about a soul rending moment when the realization weight of our sin comes into direct contact with the depth of His love.