Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christ is Born! Glorify Him!

Dear John,
 
Good morning! Christ is born! Glorify Him!
 
Silly to tell you to do that - that's what you do all the time now, isn't it?
 
I feel much better this morning. I was up until 2:30 having my customary contemplation of the Incarnation. When I was little, I'd go into the living room, sit on the floor in front of the tree, and ponder the wonder of it all. I've done that for over 50 years now, and I did it last night - not sitting on the floor, because Jethro would have been crawling up my back, which is not conducive to any kind of coherent thought - then went to the piano, and finally felt like it was Christmas. Christ really is born. Glorify Him!
 
I've been mulling something over. When I was little, we were visiting Uncle Joe and Aunt Kitty once, and I asked Mama why they didn't have any children. She told me that some women can't have children. My first thought was that I was glad I wasn't like that. Then a voice in my head said, "You won't have children, either." And it was true, not because I couldn't, but because you couldn't after chemo and radiation. Years later I was reading Isaiah and came across Chapter 54, and thought that one day that would be true for me, too:
 
Rejoice, O barren woman who does not bear; break forth and cry out, you who are not in travail, for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married woman.  .  . For you will forget your former shame and the disgrace of your widowhood you will remember no more. For your Maker is your husband. 
 
This morning I was on Facebook messaging some encouragement to a young friend that lives across the counry, and thinking that the verses in Isaiah are also true for me. I have Jen, and official and unofficial Godchildren, and nieces, and nephews, and all kinds of various and sundry children. They're all adults now so I tend to think of them as friends, but they are also children. They are why I'm on Facebook. And they are also why I get up in the morning. They are some of the people I am closest to. I love them dearly, and they are God's gift to me.
 
So that's all, and I really should go have breakfast. My tummy is growling and keeping Jethro awake. I love you, and so do all these young friends, the children God has given us.
 
Merry Christmas,
Joan.

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