The Missing Verse

I love the Christmas carol What Child Is This? because it points to the reason Jesus came to earth: to die.

What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping,
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary!

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
The Cross be borne for me, for you;

Hail, hail the Word Made Flesh,
The babe, the son of Mary!

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
Come, peasant, king, to own Him!
The King of Kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him!

Raise, raise the song on high!
The virgin sings her lullaby
This, this is Christ the King
The babe, the son of Mary!

I couldn’t find a YouTube video of a singer who included these verses (I didn’t try hard).

May your Christmas be merry
and everything nice
May you never forget
you were bought with a price.

Christmas 2012

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The angel’s words in Luke 2:10 are so missional. A reminder that Jesus Christ is good news, great joy, for all people. God may have used the disciples strategically to reach the Gentile world, amd it may have surprised them at first, but it was always part of the Plan. Christmas is for all people: not just people in the Judeo-Christian world. It is not an American holiday (although the way we celebrate is often questionable, I see a revolution forming in the hearts of a few influencers). It does not exclude Ethiopia, India or Japan.

Christ is for all people.

We got our last batch of cards out today, which probably means they’ll arrive after Christmas. Perhaps some of you will see this one before it comes in your mailbox. Sorry about that. Thank you for grace!

Christmas Card front

Christmas card back

Have a blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Christmas Anthem

I am listening to this on repeat these days and thought I’d share it with you.

Christmas Anthem
by Landon Smith and Matt Jones

Refrain:
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Is the jubilant refrain
God is sending us a Savior
Peace on earth, good will to man.

Hear what glorious song of angels
Is now ringing through the air
Never valley, never mountain
Heard an anthem half so fair.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Is the jubilant refrain
God is sending us a Savior
Peace on earth, good will to man.

Messengers of God’s free mercy
Are now seen by human eye
Shepherds hear the wondrous message
“Glory be to God on high.”

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Is the jubilant refrain
God is sending us a Savior
Peace on earth, good will to man.

Let us also sing the praises
Of our God so full of love
Who on Christmas sent a Savior
Sent a Savior from above.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Is the jubilant refrain
God is sending us a Savior
Peace on earth, good will to man…

Tragedy.

Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto His sorrow. (Lamentations 1:12)

This week, tragedy in Portland, Yesterday, tragedy at an elementary school in Connecticut and a primary school in China, where guns are illegal and the media doesn’t report these stories in order to prevent copycat incidents (!!). And in Las Vegas too. Three years ago, a good friend and wonderful influence to me passed away. I think of him often this time of year.

And yesterday I was blessed by a friend to attend Handel’s Messiah for the first time. It did not escape me that the successful Seattle Symphony, progressive and liberal as the city it serves, gets on stage each year to sing God’s story of man’s redemption. Scripture read in a public forum, printed in the symphony program.

The conductor offered a lovely bit of advice about listening to Messiah.

“…read the text to what you’re going to hear in advance, so you have an idea of what you think about those texts. Then, during the performance, observe the way Handel makes these texts come to very vivid life. …don’t have an expectation of what I will be like or what the Orchestra will be like – have an expectation about how these words could sound, and then see what Handel does with them.”

Reeling from the loss, from the tragedy and the darkness and the sorrow of the day, I read the verses that inspired Handel’s music soberly. Suddenly, the prophecies about Jesus’ birth, that little baby’s first coming, were not so important as the prophecies about the next one.

For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people; but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee. And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. (Isaiah 9:2)

Come, Lord Jesus. Thank you for coming the first time. Thank you God, for sending your son to suffer, that we may know our sympathetic high priest. And yet, darkness covers the earth. Gross darkness, whether it is evil motives and murderous thoughts or mental illness or poor legislation, gross darkness covers the people.

It is so evident that we need a savior. We cannot do it on our own. And what a savior we have. Not only sovereign and able to save, but suffering and able to save.

Gloria, indeed!

(all scriptures taken from the Symphony program for Handel’s Messiah, compiled by Handel’s collaborator Charles Jennens)

May Days

May is a month of celebrations. The weather begins to improve, giving this sun-worshipper a reminder of why I ever stayed in Seattle. We celebrated my birthday with brunch at our favorite Spanish restaurant, Harvest Vine. As always, one of the highlights of my birthday is receiving a card from the women’s ministry at my church. Gift-wise, I got to add some great pieces to my new, fuss-free wardrobe.

Then came Mother’s Day, which in the past has been bittersweet as I celebrate my grandmas and the women who influence me, including my amazing mother-in-law, while mourning the loss of my own relationship with my mom. Everyone told me this year would be different. I did believe them, but I didn’t know exactly how. It was a whole new world this year. Nothing but joy, especially because I received one of the sweetest things ever: a card that Chris got Susanna to “sign.”