What a crazy ride it is every year, just getting to this day, and then it is all over, and we put away the ornaments and take down the lights and forget about the baby Jesus until next year. I hope that's not the case with you. I hope that you will keep Jesus in your life through the winter and spring and through summer and fall. I hope that you will follow him all the way down the dusty road... through the Judean hills into Galilee and back again to Judea and then finally up to Jerusalem for Passover and out there to that lonely hill called Golgotha. I hope you will wait for him outside of that borrowed tomb and rejoice in his Resurrection! You can follow him through God's Word. If you read a few chapters every day you can read through the whole bible in a year. You can follow him in the Holy Spirit if you will believe in him and be obedient in christian baptism.You can follow him through Faith and fellowship with the body of Christ. You can follow him all of the way home, if you just choose to stay with him and follow him wherever he leads you, because if you follow him, he will lead you home... to the only true home that we have.
I wrote this poem one day after reading another poem, a much greater poem by a much greater poet. My humble poem was inspired by G.K. Chesterton's "House Of Christmas" (You can read his wonderful poem on my 12/9/12 post on this same blog). Christmas is about going home isn't it? Christmas isn't very joyful without home and hearth and loved ones near. Christmas is about being home. Ultimately, that's what this whole life that we live is about... finding a home. Chesterton says it so well:
To an open house in the
evening,
Home shall all men
come,
To an older place than
Eden,
And a taller town than
Rome.
To the end of the way of the
wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and
that are,
To the place where God was
homeless,
And all men are at
home.
The trick is figuring out how to get home again... how to find our way back home, to our "home town". The answer of course is simple, just follow Jesus. Simple, but not so easy... huh? Merry Chrstmas, y'all. Here's hoping and praying you find your way home thru the darkness. You're gonna need a light.
The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: They that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined. - Isaiah 9:2
The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: They that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined. - Isaiah 9:2
MY HOME TOWN
In my hometown
nobody’s homeless.
There’s rooms galore,
everybody’s got jobs.
No orphans, no
lonely, no mobs.
In my hometown no one
goes hungry.
There’s feasts
everyday, and sweets a plenty.
Nobody is in pain and
nobody lies.
Nobody is bewildered
and nobody cries.
There are no cops,
cause there’s no robbers.
There’s no
regulators, cause there’s no need.
Everyone lives in
harmony,
No hatred, no
lawsuits, no greed.
I aint never been
there. I aint never seen it.
But I know there’s a
place for me there.
My future is won, see
I know the boss’s son.
His Word and his
promise I bear.
Sounds pretty good,
now don’t it?
Why don’t you come
along?
I’ve got his word on
it,
And he’ll never steer
you wrong.
Don’t waste your time
looking for it,
Because it’s a place
beyond time and space.
It’s on a distant
shore, in another land,
A place of majesty,
grand.
There’s just one way
to get there,
And it’s a long hard
journey.
You can’t buy a
ticket,
Nor can you work your
way,
And even if you sold
all you had,
The fare’s too much
to pay.
The road is narrow
and steep,
Rocky and rough, thru
mists dark and deep.
A rough wooden cross
marks the way.
It shows us the
toll’s been paid.
There is no win
without cost,
Our victory’s won
thru his sacrifice made.
And we are to follow
and bear our own crosses,
Planting them where
we are told.
Helping our fellow
along the way,
The weary, the young,
and the old.
The fork to the left
looks easier, straighter.
The fork to the
right, less dangerous, lighter.
But keep to the
narrow way,
Enter friend by the
straight gate,
And you will win your
prize one day.
One day, over a rise,
beyond the last hill,
Steeples and spires
in a golden vale,
And we will arrive at
the gates of pearl,
Trumpets will blow,
and banners unfurl,
Angels parading,
legions of millions,
Creatures of wonder,
heavenly minions,
Announcing our coming
to the Lord’s host.
Where the meek rule,
and the least are most.
Burdens will be
lifted, backs unbending,
All weariness, pain
and fear, ending.
And we will be
clothed in robes of white,
Crowns will be placed,
Radiant, shining,
cleansed in light.
And we will live by a
glassy sea.
And God will wipe
away our tears.
Eternal rapture it
will be.
Forever in his
presence near.
Together, forever,
you and I.
Beyond the rainbows,
Beyond the sky,
Lies my hometown.
MJS
1/16/09