Sunday, December 18, 2011

(A Poem based on Rev. 22:20)

I am. I was. I will be.
I am not coming soon I am here.

I was born on a cold night in a cold place
Unnoticed, unheralded by cold people
Who turned my mother away.
On that night were you listening?
On that night the "least of your brothers" was me.
Now do you see, do you hear and do you care?
I am not coming soon I am here.
In your life do you see me
In the ragged men and women
Who search the cold street
Looking for my reflection in your heart?
Do you hear my voice in
Their muttered plea or in their tear?
I am not coming soon I am here.
Do you hear me when your friend turns to you
To ask forgiveness and trust?
Do I not forgive you always?
Do I not give you a merciful ear?
I am not coming soon I am here.
In this season I was born unto you
Fulfilling the promise of God’s care.
Look for me, listen to me…
I am not coming soon I am here.

by W. H. Smaw

Are you ready for Christmas? I know that I am not. Sure, I haven't baked all that I have planned and there are packages left to wrap, but more importantly, I don't feel spiritually ready for Christmas. This weeks' goal is to focus more on the true meaning of Christmas and to prepare my heart for the coming because He will soon be here.

I wish you a Blessed 4th Sunday and week of Advent.

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