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Ambushed!

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I have to confess that often my daily quiet time are lackluster and flat. More often that I like to admit, I get through it but (seem) to get little from it.  I can even find myself day-dreaming through it, distracted from the words I'm reading or even saying.  After 18+ years of following Jesus, I have learned not to despair or feel guilt over such things. I know and trust the Spirit is ministering, even in ways I cannot see or even understand. But still, much of what one might call my devotional life can be stale far more than I like.

So why do I persist?

Mostly, because sometimes today happens.

Ambushed by the living Word of God, overwhelmed by joy, humbled by grace... 

In reading Hosea 5:6 - 6:6 and Matthew 8:18-27, it was like a floodgate of refreshing grace-filled living waters to my soul.  The Word led me to sing and worship and pray... and simply to want to be in His Presence, thankful that I am always -- even when I don't see Him.

In reading those two passages together, I was struck by the power of the cross afresh.  I was reminded of His unwavering love for me and the price He paid on my behalf... to spare me, to raise me up, to sanctify me and fill me with His Spirit.

Nothing new.  No epiphany moments. Just pure joy with my Father this morning, as He reminded me again and again... 

you have no idea how much I love you... 
you have no idea how much I love you... 
you have no idea how much I love you...

and that because of His love, the cost of following is both great, but also the greatest bargain in the world!

for where else do we find life?

no where, but in you Father!

Remind me, O Lord... each day! 

Finding Joy at Christmas in the next sixty seconds… 

“and you will find the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger…”
‘Swaddling clothes’ are one of the best parts of the Christmas story.  I’ll tell you why.

This announcment is made to the shepherds.  Shepherding was not considered a high-class job.    It was actually on some lists of unclean occupations.
“Mommas, don’t let your sons grow up to be shepherds” was a popular country western song of the day.

So shepherds would naturally be a little on edge getting a celestial visit.  They would not have regarded themselves as likely candidates to go visit a child born savior and king.  They were not likely to be welcomed at a Savior/King door.

So the angels wanted to let them know:  this child was not born in a governors mansion.  He’s not in the high-rent district.  He’s not dressed in a vintage baby robe from Nordstrom’s.   This shall be a sign unto you–
this is a manger baby.  a dressed-in-rags baby.
He’s like you.
He’s one of you.
So when you knock on that door, it will open wide.

This is the gospel for shepherds.
This is good news for you right now, this minute, whatever else you have gotten or will get wrong.  Disappointed in your career, failing in your marriage, messed up with your finances, beat up in your emotions.
He’s come to earth.  Through the servants’ entrance.   He’s come to  suffering, pain, poverty, disappointment, hardship.
He’s like you.
He’s one of you.
If you knock on that door, it will open wide.

Merry Christmas

This is a great post from John Ortberg... may you find joy this Christmas Season!