Inspired by the Story of Luke 1 & 2, this writing makes parallels with our world today...
WHEN THE CELEBRATIONS CEASE
When the birth of a joyful season gives way to the next cold winter day
When the courage to live your dreams and hopes
are deflated by King-sized anguish and wonderings
When the diligently searched for baby-perfect
beauty is adored and worshipped, but then disappears
When the certainty of the path winds to feel like one of exile
When the burdens of life become the most
significant events in the world
When future hope and comfort are destroyed by
trickery and fury
When gifts of kindness, joy, and peace become
lost in boxed thinking and wrapped in paperwork.
When special care and wise words for the Mary
and Josephs, the poor, the rejected, the homeless, the powerfully hungry fades
to the voice of the power hungry
When the joy and warmth eye-witnessed in embracing
loved ones dulls to cold receptions
When the prophetic past conceived in us is
obscured by fear raising voices
When the ordinary moments of a holiday shepherded
by the star struck spectacular muddies to a dark, lonely journey home
We still need to allow the weeping and mourning to turn to dancing
We still need to listen to the dreams that
direct our lives
We still need to find significance in the beginning
of small things
We still to be guided by the Spirit of angels in real-world clothes
We still need to escape to find our purposed
journeys
We still need to serve the secret fight within against
supremacy and status
We still need to liberate the recorded Word
We still need to proclaim the message of peace and goodwill towards men on earth
We still need to seek saving graces
We still need to rediscover
this powerful narrative of His heavenly birth
We still need the whispered cries of a Savior to sink deep in our souls
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