Three very nice men turned up at the stable today, a touch overdressed perhaps in their big long robes and crowns but they did bring some prezzies. The gold will be useful, the frankincense smells nice and it will keep the mozzies away but I think we’ll be re-gifting the myrrh to Joe’s mum next Christmas.
They said some nice things about little Jesus and two of them seemed to know a lot about him. However, one did say he looks like his dad, Joe didn’t say anything???
This boy has changed my world. I pray that millions will say that too.
Holy – dedicated or devoted to the service of God.
That’s what the dictionary tells me. When we think of holy people we think of do-gooders, ‘butter wouldn’t melt in their mouth’ types, meek and gentle souls.
And yet one of the holiest people I have ever met is a foul mouthed, tattooed, whiskey drinking biker. He doesn’t claim to be holy, or even nice. He doesn’t talk the holy talk but he sure walks the holy walk – he is the hands of Christ everyday, to anyone who needs him. (And by ‘anyone’ I mean ANYONE; drunks, drug addicts, homeless folk, clergy – the list goes on.)
I think Jesus would bless him, I wish everyone in the Church was as holy as him.
Can someone tell me how to be still at Christmas? It’s a whole round of going to see this person or that person; another party; a Carol service or 5; a couple of nativity plays; buying presents; eating, drinking and trying to be merry!
Everyone is busy, the expectations are high, so much to do, so many people to see. Not enough time to fit everything in.
Today – take a breather. Sit quietly for two minutes; do it
right now and collect yourself, just be still and recharge.