Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
“where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“come now my children, let me show you around.”
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA
A Story to Share
There once was a girl aching for love and affection. Her Father sought to fulfill her by lovingly providing everything she needed.
You know - Father knows best.
This girl ~ desperate for affirmation and attention from others her age ~ decided to engage in the same activities as others around her to obtain their approval.
And these children loved playing in mud puddles.
If they splashed in the mud, she would follow accordingly and splash too. If they made mud pies and decided to eat them, she would too, just for their acceptance. Deep down, she knew she hated getting her clothes wet and dirty and she hated eating mud pies, but she wanted the acceptance and camaraderie of the other children so badly that what she was engaging in was truly - and literally - filthy.
What’s to say of this story?
Doesn’t this girl have a good reason why she plays with the other kids in the mud?
Well, her Father would never affirm her like that, right? Right.
Her father would never engage in helping her to justify why remaining in filthiness is appropriate or remotely identifiable of her worth. Her Father loves her too much to condone such activity. Her Father knows she is a gem and deserving of so much more than she sees of herself.
The daughter has characteristics of the Father that the Father solely knows and can, when the daughter will allow Him, fulfill.
You know - Father knows best.
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