Christmas Songs are usually better when you sing them…

December 23, 2009 § 3 Comments

12/23/2009
It must have been so quiet
It must have been so cold
This aching earth in such need of a miracle
The distance must have pained them
The violent space between
A perfect God and fallen man
Where Your love should have been
Where Your love should have been

How they must have waited
How they must have prayed
For some way to tie heaven to this broken place
How they must have wondered
When choirs of angels sang
How their King and conqueror
A helpless baby came
A helpless baby came

It must have felt like thunder
It must have smelled like rain
Touching You, holding You, whispering Your name
How their hearts must have broken
What agony, what joy
To recognize salvation in
A precious little boy
A precious little boy

I’ve always known this story
I’ve always called You mine
I can’t quite imagine how it must have felt that night
It’s in an old man’s promise
A faithful woman’s cries
When they first glimpsed the soul of God
In tiny human eyes
In tiny human eyes

I won’t forget this Christmas
The miracle You are
That came for shepherds, fools and kings who wished upon a star
And shattered all the quiet
And lit up all the cold
And turned the God of all Creation
Into someone we could hold
Someone we can hold.

Merry Christmas.

love.

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December 23, 2009 § Leave a comment

Why yes, I am still awake. Fine, though, thanks for asking.

So I finally got around to transferring all of my old blogs from coughMySpacecough onto this one, primarily to make sure I didn’t lose this.

If you are one of my five followers and they all showed up in your blog reader, I am truly sorry. Feel free to ignore them.

Learned a few things… one worth noting is that my exclamation abuse has been significantly reduced since befriending Mike Pacchione. I submit this blog as evidence. Mike, I’m almost ashamed. My regret should make you feel proud.

I’m going to bed now, kids. Feel free to read all about my former life should the mood strike you.

love.

I’m in touch with a supernatural…

December 10, 2009 § 3 Comments

Here’s what I love:

I don’t know about you, but God and I have a lot of inside jokes. Is that crazy? It could just be the fact that I grew up in a family where sarcasm is our primary love language, a situation that has obviously colored my interpretation of the world, and maybe the deity, around me. Or it could be that my love for subtle humor and irony gets somehow scrambled in with my prayer time. It could be that I’ve officially, finally, lost my mind. But since this is my chooseyourownadventure story, and I haven’t found any “God is definitely humor-less” statements in my Bible, I’m gonna keep on believing that He is genuinely, often, lovingly trying to make me laugh.

Honestly, this has to be my favorite of all favorite things. I mean, there are a thousand amazings to meditate on when it comes to the greatness that is God – grace, for crying out loud, and redemption, and agape love, on and on and on. But the thought that He knows me well enough, loves me hard enough, desires my heart enough that He might want to make me laugh… that’s huge for me. There’s something so intimate and personal about humor, and the idea of God taking a second to go “Hey, how do you like them apples?” in my general direction is just neat.

I know this raises all kinds of fascinating questions. Do we serve a meddlesome God who is all about making your tire go flat at a certain time so you’re late to work at the job you hate and wind up meeting the owner of the company you’ve always wanted to work for at the car place where he happened to be because God caused His taillights to malfunction, or is God more of a big supernatural computer programmer in the sky who has set the world up to function pretty well on its own and only intervenes when He’s asked to? (Was that the longest sentence you’ve ever seen? Good grief.) Is God intentionally setting up daily comedy for me, or did He just design me to interpret things a certain way? I tend to lean toward a symphony metaphor when trying to define God’s “plan” – He has composed a gazillion different parts for a gazillion different instruments and intelligently and intentionally designed them to line up just so, playing off each other and harmonizing all over the place. Cause if you had unlimited, almighty capacity, well, that’s what I imagine you’d do.

Regardless, I love the moments where someone says or does something that is just so dang perfect I can almost hear God chuckle a little and whisper “See, silly girl, look what I can do. Bet you didn’t see that one coming. Gotcha.” I feel like those are the sort of moments that make this thing we have going a relationship instead of just a story in a book I read sometimes. Those are the moments where we love each other in our own quirky little way, God and me. Those are the moments that make Him specifically mine.

love.

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