Thursday, December 26, 2013

The Unwrapping

There are no happy children's voices under the tree this morning.

No heralds of "Santa Came."

Giggling 'good mornings' and 'Merry Christmas' are yesterday for me.

Only this:

Empty chairs and, untrod stairs- 
Silent night and, muted morn- 
Presents stacked, but   
not tattered or torn.

I suspect it may be a little like this for God in His celestial chambers right now--
All heaven waiting with baited breath for the children of God to wake in wild eyed wonder and race to
to the tree for the festive unwrapping of regeneration.

From cradle to Calvary, creche' to cross, there is grace and peace, healing and redemption, mercy and belonging, under the tree. All wrapped in the holy linens of labor's love.

I wonder, what does God see when he looks down from above--

An  unwrapping of the grace-gift that never occurs?
The miracle of Christmas jilted and shunned by blasé interest?

Oh what celestial sighs of sadness must accompany the rejection.

Day's drag on, years go by and The Grace-Gift waits. 

Heaven's breath hitches.

Time aches and eternity longs. 

Eternity isn't too long to wait for a child.  
Open your gift!

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--
and this not of yourselves, it is the gift of God...
Ephesians 2:8

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