Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on my high places.
YET … I rejoice in the LORD.
YET … I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
YET … GOD, the Lord, is my strength.
The world seems to be all twisted and awry. So much of what I see hurts my heart. I want to fix everything. I want things to be okay. I want children to be safe. I want no more war. I want people to get along whether it be countries, marriages, families. I want kind words spoken to one another. BUT … I cannot fix these things for others, only in myself as I allow the LORD to fix me.
SO … I rejoice in the LORD.
SO … I take joy in the God of my salvation.
SO … God is my Strength, my Refuge, my Redeemer.
He came as a Baby.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
Now there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon, and this man was righteous and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Christ. And he came in the Spirit into the temple, and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him according to the custom of the Law, he took him up in his arms and blessed God and said, “Lord, now you are letting your servant depart in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation that you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and for glory to your people Israel.” And his father and his mother marveled at what was said about him.
And Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, “Behold, this child is appointed for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is opposed (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), so that thoughts from many hearts may be revealed.”
Even the Blessed Child’s parents heard words that “pierced” their ears and hearts when their little one, our little One, was only eight days old. If I had lived then and known that, how could I fix that? I could not!
YET … I rejoice in the LORD, the Messiah.
YET … I take joy in the God of my salvation.
YET … GOD, the Lord, is my Strength.
YET … Jesus is my Hope and my Redeemer.
Although I am a frail human and I am a sinner, God came to this earth in this wee little Jesus Child to save one such as myself. He loves me so. He rejoices over me. He exults over me with loud singing. He quiets me with His Love. (Zephaniah 3:17) Only He can live in my heart to soothe the ache that comes. Only He can whisper love into my ears when I am troubled by what I hear, by what I see. Only He. Only Jesus.
Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,…. Habakkuk 3:17
Where life is cut off, where hearts do not feel, nor eyes see or ears hear, many go on pretending and looking like we feel, see, hear, care, and love. For some, Christmas is not! Not a celebration of Christ nor of beginnings nor of the Light shining today upon this God-created earth nor His children. Not a celebration of love either. So much is missed and some never even know they miss anything.
… yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on my high places. Habakkuk 3:18-19
YET, even when it hurts, when life pierces our very souls, when things are skewed in the world, when we struggle to understand those “whys”, the life and the Light of Jesus points the way to the resurrected life in us. We have hope in the LORD. We hold close to the One Who came to save us. He is Life. He is our life. We grow in maturity to bloom again and again.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
AND SO … I rejoice in the LORD.
AND … I do take joy in the God of my salvation.
AND … GOD, the Lord, is my Strength.
AND … how great Thou art, my LORD.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!”
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o’er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
“It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”
Oh! Can you imagine this whole world singing back the angels’ song Heavenward? Hallelujah!!!!!
I celebrate Christ for He is Christmas. He is All.
King of kings and Lord of lords.
“It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”: Written by Edmund Hamilton Sears in 1849. Music — composed by Richard Storrs Willis in 1859.