At the start of Advent, I envisioned Perfection:
Evening Scripture readings, a Jesse Tree with homemade ornaments, eggnog and tinsel and wrapping gifts together while Silent Night played softly in the background.
But then life got in the way.
And ideas gave way to reality. To work. To cleaning the kitchen. To Daddy working late. To routines, bedtime and the shuffle of life.
But you know what? …
He came anyway.
He always does.
I wouldn’t expect anything less from a King who chose a barn for his birth.
He Came. He’s Here. And He’s Coming Again.
He Comes to us in our Imperfection. On that day, by the Virgin, in a feed trough of straw.
He Comes to us in our Imperfection. Everyday, by His Spirit, and in the Bread and the Wine.
He Comes to us in our Imperfection breathing life into our barns, our kitchens and our castles, raising the lowly into
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I love this originally Spanish song.
Come Christians Join And Sing
Come, Christians, join to sing
Loud praise to Christ our King;
Let all, with heart and voice,
Before His throne rejoice;
Praise is His gracious choice.
Come, lift your hearts on high,
Let praises fill the sky;
He is our Guide and Friend;
To us He’ll condescend;
His love shall never end.
Praise yet our Christ again,
Life shall not end the strain;
On heaven’s blissful shore,
His goodness we’ll adore,