Christmas

It's Christmas day. Everyone has stopped their usual activities, families have gathered, for a moment the hustle and bustle of everday has paused. We are celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior. Some would say there is magic in the air. Some would say there is the feeling that things which are not possible the whole year through are somehow possible on Christmas day. No doubt there was the presence of the supernatural on that first Christmas night, so long ago, when God came to earth in the form of man and started the process that would bring our desperate race redemption. We were so in need and He was and is so willing to meet our need. Yet, many will brush over the day and never see how a birth in a stable more than 2000 years ago affects them today. To them it's a nice story that touches your heart in some strange way but does little more. How sad, that they will miss the one thing that separates Jesus from all other gods - He came to man so that man could come to Him. Because He layed aside His glory and took the form of a lowly man we can have a personal relationship with Almighty God, the Creator of the universe. It is a thought that still, even 2000 plus years later, inspires awe in the hearts and minds of those who have experienced His salvation. This poem was written nine years ago, yet it is more real today than it was then.

"Where Christ Was Born"

Dark.

Dirty.

Smelly.

Lowly.

Crowded.

Shameful.

Despairing.

Sadly Lacking.

Uncomfortable.

Unfit for a King.

In need of repairs.

Into this was Christ born.

Not a stable, but my heart.