Posted on 12/25/2004 8:20:42 PM PST by Knitting A Conundrum
Christmas Night Meditation
Lord,
tonight I sit
at the foot of the feedbox Mary laid you in,
having no other bed for you,
her precious son,
treasure beyond compare,
a loving God's gift
to a coldhearted, often indifferent
and aching world,
the most precious thing ever gifted,
and even in your coming,
mostly ignored.
O Lord,
how small you are
as your mother picks you up
with all the love a mother can offer,
you,
master and king,
creator of all that was created,
held in the loving hands
of part of your creation.
Unbound by space and time
and matter and energy,
you chose to be bound
and born into one frail newborn body,
all for love,
to be made small
so you could lift us up
into that life
beyond our imagining.
Tonight, I sit at the foot of your manger, Lord,
and wonder at the paradox,
of the creator entering the creation,
of the maker of all being fed by his mother,
of how the fabric of space and time
were forever changed
as you came to us
as Emmanuel,
to be God With Us,
one of us,
to heal us,
restore us,
and call us home.
Please join me in contemplating what a miracle the Incarnation of our Lord was, and how amazing the advent of Emmanuel, God with Us really, really is.
Prayer Ping!
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