Thoughts on Life, Art, Photography, Technology, Teaching and Travel…..
It’s going to be a very quiet and laid back Christmas for me this year with Adam in El Salvador and my daughter Andei in Sicily. As I mentioned in my previous post the weather up north kept me from visiting my family on Long Island. My brother Terry said he was still shoveling snow off the driveway.
So I’m enjoying a cup of coffee at a local coffee shop thinking about the past year. I can’t complain in any way, shape or form. God’s been good to me and has blessed me with 2 great kids, a job I enjoy, good friends and decent health. I really can’t ask for more than that.
Sure I could rant and rave about the direction this great country is heading and the madness in Washington, but I’m not going to on Christmas eve. This country needs more prayers and less ranting so I’ll leave it at that. Let’s remember the true meaning of Christmas. It seems to me it has been pushed to the wayside over the years to make way for rampant / decadent commercialism and secular holiday fluff.
“His parents had no money, although He was a King—
An angel came to Joseph one night as he dreamed.
“Don’t be afraid to marry her, this child is God’s own Son,”
And with these words from God’s messenger, their journey had begun.
They traveled to the city, their taxes to be paid—
But when Christ was born they found no place for the baby to be laid.
So they wrapped Him up and used a lowly manger for His bed,
With nothing else but straw to place beneath the Christ-child’s head.
The shepherds came to worship Him, the wise men traveled too—
Led by a star up in the sky, they found the baby new.
They gave him gifts so wondrous, their incense, myrrh, and gold,
Thus completes the greatest story of a birth ’twas ever told.
He was just a tiny baby, born in a stable far away—
They had no reservations, and no where else to stay.
But His birth was so majestic, in a simple sort of way,
A baby born in Bethlehem on a very special day.
It was the Savior born in Bethlehem, on the very first Christmas Day.”
–Brenda Thompson Davis