A Moment to Mark the Season

For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on His shoulders. And He will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. – (Isaiah 9:6, NLT)

This will happen when the special child is born. God will give us a son who will be responsible for leading the people. His Name will be “Wonderful Counselor, Powerful God, Father Who Lives Forever, Prince of Peace.” – (Isaiah 9:6, ERV)

For a child has been born – for us! The gift of a son – for us! He’ll take over the running of the world. His Names will be: Amazing Counselor, Strong Father, Eternal Father, Prince of Wholeness. – (Isaiah 9:6, MSG)

 

My boys had their Christmas music concert last night, and the director said something that really resonated true with me. He declared that as the choir and alumni joined in the singing of Silent Night with the procession of concert choir members off of the stage and to the back of the auditorium, tonight, just as in each year prior, that moment seems to mark the start of the season in his heart. As my son, his classmates, and a number of other beautifully trained voices joined in such a hauntingly sweet a cappella version of the familiar, I understood clearly what he was saying. Being seated between those whom I love, and listening to my son sing and his twin brother play the viola beautifully with the orchestra, it all made sense. I too have a bit of a moment on the final day of school before Christmas break, when I can at long last breathe, and slow down in full awe and wonder of the real reason for the season. It is as if I am gifted a pause button as we send off our students with cheerful farewells, knowing that the things I love most about the season can be soaked in and mulled over now, rather than merely glimpsed at the usual race pace. May we each find moments to take pause and remember the real reason for this wonderful season, as the child born to us became our Wonderful Counselor, our Mighty God, our Everlasting Father, and our precious Prince of Peace.

 

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This season of cheer;

Why we celebrate,

Is God who came near.

He came as a babe,

So mild and meek;

Yet overcame all,

To help when we seek.

Our great Counselor,

Father forever;

Our most Mighty God,

His peace ends, never.

 

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for sending Your Son to us to lead us and become our Wonderful Counselor, our Mighty God, our Everlasting Father and our Prince of Peace. Thank You that You are so much more than we can hope or imagine, if we simply turn in trust to You. Forgive us for forgetting just how mighty You are, and how deeply Your love flows for each of us. Teach us to trust You more, so that we would slow down and recognize the remarkable reason that we celebrate this season. Show us how to love those around us well, so that they too may have milestones that help set the season in their hearts. May many come into a lasting relationship with You. Be glorified O God, as we give You all of our praise and adoration this most holy season, and let us again recognize in awe and wonder, all that You have done for us. Amen.

 

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

 

The joy of the Lord is your strength. – Nehemiah 8:10

To Tell Our Tale

image by Leslie Green

image by Leslie Green

We all have a story,

that we know very well;

our personal glory,

as He saved us from hell.

Do not fear the unknown,

for we are free to say,

I don’t know that, but this –

let me tell you today.

For that which God has done,

to set us free from sin,

is worth our repeating;

to bear witness again.

Think of the blind beggar,

with smeared mud on his eyes;

to whom Jesus came near,

brand new hope realized.

Though each story varies,

three truths remain the same:

messy life; God came near;

then forever life changed.

May the God of all strength,

always receive glory,

as we point hearts to Him,

in faith, share our story.

(Responding to Sunday’s message at www.gcfw.org and Romans 15:5-6)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that we all have our own story to tell of how “our life was a mess; You came near; and now we are different.”  Forgive us for thinking our story is insignificant, or for being afraid to share.  Grant us courage and clarity, so that we will follow Your leading as to what and when to share with whom.  May our hearts be open and willing at all times, and may our story be told to bring lives unto You, for Your ultimate glory.  Help us to love like You, so that people see You in us.  May our lives speak of Your goodness and grace as we choose to walk forward in faith.  Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present