Skip to main content

Straight into my heart - adoration.

 
I’ve never experienced anything like this before.  I mean I have heard the story million of times.  I’ve sang the carols, I’ve watched the play.  I’ve seen the scene in the manger.  But this . . . .  never.    
 
Maybe its cause I spent the last two hours singing Angels We Have Heard On High from the rooftop – literally.  I don’t know.  All I know is that I will never forget last Sunday EVER.
 
I get choked up just thinking about it . . . .
 
There, in the manger, was Joseph, Mary and Baby Jesus.  They looked so real. Wait, they were real – it was the dress rehearsal for Journey to Bethlehem which my church, Family of Christ, is hosting.  Three nights in December where the public could experience a glimpse of Bethlehem at the time of Jesus’ birth. 
 
I’m playing one of the angels on the roof – outside.  Yes, I said outside, on the roof of the church, the first week of December.   (now you KNOW just how crazy I am!)  We join Gabriel in announcing the birth of the newborn King.
 
So anyway, its dress rehearsal and I’ve been on the roof for at least two hours.   Each time a group comes out, Gabriel proclaims the Good News and we break into song,
 
            Come to Bethlehem and see,
Him Whose birth the angels sing (that’s us!)
 
          Come adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
 
          Gloooooooooooo-reeeeeee – aaaaa.  In excelsis Deo.
          Gloooooooooooo-reeeeeee- aaaaa.  In excelsis Deo.
So anyway, rehearsal’s done and I thought I would just take the rest of the tour since I won’t be able to see it any other time (I’ll be out on the roof, remember?  J).  I join the last group – we listen to the three kings singing, we run into the city guards.
 
Then, we come upon the manger.  Joseph is there with his betrothed, Mary.  The baby (only 5 days old btw), sleeps contently.  That’s when I just fell to my knees.  I don’t remember what was said, I don’t remember who all was there.  I just remember the moment.  Adoration. 
 
I just knelt there in awe.   Adoring.
 
Adoring what?  A set?  The newborn?  No, the gift.  The wonder.  The God Who did all this.  The sacrifice He planned.  He did this just to be with us  Just to have us be with Him.  That thought alone is overwhelming. 
 
God Incarnate showing Himself - Emmanuel, God With Us. 
 
GOD WITH US
 
In the form of an innocent babe, born to save the world.  I guess it just hit me – right between the eyes – straight into my heart.
 
There is so much to adore at Christmas time, but this . . . . .  . . .  I will never be the same.
 
Isaiah 45:  so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.

I have attached info on the website for Journey to Bethlehem:
 
Journey to Bethlehem

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Loved less.

I am a spiritual lesson seeker.  At least once a week, I find a spiritual lesson in something - whether its an occurrence, or when I'm reading my devotions.  Sometimes its in worship.  Most times, though, its every day life, the normal, day to day grind, that makes me stop, take notice and ponder. By spiritual lesson, I mean a "heart" lesson.  Something God tells me, shows me, or teaches me.  I have to smile when I think about it because its usually SO SIMPLE.  You know what I mean?  And because I take everything (literally) "to heart" , these spiritual lessons are life changing.  Sorry if you think I'm being slightly dramatic here, but to me, they really are. Deuteronomy 6:5 says, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength."  To me, that's pretty much impossible.  Yet, I pray it. And I truly want it.  But I can't.  I just . . . .  can't.  I'm too full of mysel...
1 comment
Read more

May my heart see . . . a blog? What?

My sister suggested years ago for me to start a blog.   “A what?”, I said.   Well, thank you, Cindy, for your suggestion – I think I’m gonna love this !   And I hope you do too.   I want to share what my heart has “seen” and is learning through God’s Word and I want to hear from you too.   The first time I EVER went to Bible study was when my “baby” was in an infant seat.   I remember it vividly.   (He’s 25 now BTW)    My step-mom invited me; she was the leader.   I don’t know if I would have went to a study where I didn’t know A SOUL – maybe.   Anyway, I have been going to a weekly study since then regularly and LOVE IT, absolutely love it! When scripture says “ open the eyes of my heart, Lord” – what do you think that means?   Hearts don’t have eyes, I mean literally they don’t.   My step-mom used to say, “I know it in here (pointing to her brain) but I now know it in HERE (pointing to her heart).   There’s a differ...
5 comments
Read more

It all started before that.

As she talked, I sat there amazed.   Not at what she was saying, but at who she had become.   Confident.   Godly.   Faithful.    Respected.   It just hit me that she is now a leader in our church.    A true leader.   The next generation of leaders, in fact. But wait -- is this the same young woman who God brought into our lives a little over 10 years ago?   The anxious, nervous, only-just-started-going-to- church- wanting-to-please-everyone young woman my son introduced us to?   Watching her confidently taking her seat, I started thinking of those first days . . .   and seriously, my breath caught in my throat.   How amazing God is!   He molds, He holds.   He shapes and He grows.   And He does this over and over – and it still amazes me.   That got me to thinking.   God’s amazing work in my life didn’t start with my daughter-in-love.   It started before that.   It starte...
1 comment
Read more