Advent 2013 Devotional Guide

what are youwaiting for?

First United Methodist Church of Hurst

521 W. Pipeline Road • Hurst, TX 76053817.282.7384 • www.fumchurst.org

Rev. Philip Rhodes, Senior Pastor

Our Core Values: Joyful Gratitude • Living Faithfulness Transforming Generosity • Radical Welcome

First United Methodist Church of Hurst

Thank you to all who authored these devotions, and to FUMC Hurst’s Photo Ministry Team and participants in the Eyes of The Heart study for the photographs.

Dec. 8 and 9: Festival of Carols*: A Christmas Tradition! Sunday: 4 p.m.; 6:30 p.m. • Monday: 7:30 p.m.

The Music Ministry presents your favorite Christmas music with choir, handbells, and full professional orchestra.

Dec. 15: Children’s Christmas Pageant*, 11 a.m. worship Don’t miss this musical re–telling of the Christmas story presented by our children.

Dec.15: Advent Organ Concert* by Dr. Yoon–Mi Lim, 7 p.m. This wonderful musical evening will include a classical repertoire of organ music, as well as Christmas selections.

Dec. 21: Las Posadas, 4:30 p.m.; Gather in the Foyer Come walk the neighborhood with Mary and Joseph, looking for shelter. We’ll return to FUMC in time for the Genesis service, then celebrate with a pinata and treats.

Dec. 22: A Service of Peace: Struggling in a Season of Joy*, 7 p.m. A Service of Peace is a time to acknowledge our broken hearts; a time of quiet reflection, prayer, and Holy Communion.

Dec. 24: Carols, Candles & Communion: noon*, 4*, 6* & 10 p.m. Worship the Savior of the world at our traditional services! The 4 p.m. service is designed especially for children and families, and features the Christmas story told through music and drama.

* Child care available.

Sermon Series: What Are You Waiting For? Actively Waiting for Christ Nov. 30/Dec. 1: I Can’t Wait For Hope • Isaiah 2:1-5

Dec. 7/8: I Can’t Wait For Love • Isaiah 11:1-10

Dec. 14/15: I Can’t Wait For Joy • Isaiah 35:1-10

Dec. 21/22: I Can’t Wait For Peace • Matthew 1:18-25

Christmas Eve: I Can’t Wait For Christmas • Isaiah 9:2-7

Come worship and celebrate Advent at these special worship and music events.

December 1: An Advent PrayerRev. Donna McKee, Minister of Christian Formation

Isaiah 60:1: Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.

Lord Jesus, master of both the light and the darkness, send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas.We who have so much to do, seek quiet spaces to hear your voice each day.We who are anxious over many things look forward to your coming among us.We who are blessed in so many ways long for the complete joy of your kingdom.We whose hearts are heavy seek the joy of your presence.We are your people, walking in darkness, yet seeking the light.To you we say, “Come Lord Jesus!” Amen.

I love this prayer by Henri Nouwen, Catholic priest and writer. When he prayed, “send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas,” he may have been thinking only about our spiritual preparations during Advent. But I have to admit when I read that line, my mind went immediately to decorating, buying, wrapping, addressing, mailing, baking (OK, maybe not baking!). My mind went to all the “non–spiritual” busy–ness of the days leading up to THE day. Then I wondered — how would our Advent experience be different if we prayed for our Lord Jesus to send the Holy Spirit upon these preparations? How would our busy–ness be transformed if we invited the Holy Spirit to be with us right smack dab in the middle of the long check out lines, the traffic jams, the no vacancy parking lots, the frenzy of a toy store? I wonder ... It might be like getting a tiny, sneak–peek at a wondrous gift — the joy, love, peace, and hope that we’ll get to open and fully experience on Christmas morning.

Lord Jesus, send your Holy Spirit upon our preparations for Christmas. Amen.

December 2: Helping OthersClara Milner, Searching Together Class

Luke 10: 33–36: But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was: and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn, and took care of him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. “Look after him,” he said, “and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.” Which of these three men was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?

I retired in 1999 and soon after, started volunteering at Mission Central/Coat of Many Colors — at that time, they were in the same building on Mary Drive. One day a single mom, unemployed with four children, came in asking for help. At the time, Mission Central was able to provide monetary help to clients. We also were able to help the whole family with clothing that day. This mom was so extremely grateful for the help we were able to give her, as she was in desperate need. That day when we were helping her, I immediately thought of the Good Samaritan and how he came to help the man beside the road who was wounded. The Samaritan bandaged his wounds and took him to an inn and took care of him. The Samaritan asked the innkeeper to look after the man until he could return. This was our calling that day to help this single mom, who was in such need of help. After a short time the mom came back to Mission Central and wanted to give back the amount of money Mission Central had given her. She had gotten a job and was doing much better. She was so grateful for our assistance and wanted to pay back Mission Central so that we could help others.

Gracious God, giver of every good and perfect gift, open our eyes and our hearts so that we become aware of needs of those around us. You have blessed us with an abundance of resources. May we joyfully and selflessly pass these blessings on to others. Amen.

December 3: Bubbling LightsBetty Alderete, Harmony Class Matthew 5:14–16: You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.

In early December, my father would load my three sisters and me into the old pickup, and we would head off to the nearby forest. We would find the perfect Christmas fir tree, chop it down, and Daddy would drag it to the old pickup. The girls’ job was to look around close by and find fir trees with mistletoe. We didn’t have to look very hard because the trees were laden with the green leaves and the sticky berries. We headed home, where Mother was waiting for us with hot chocolate and biscochitos (Christmas cookies). The drive seemed long to us, although the forest was only about 25 miles away. That evening, we would decorate our tree with different lights. Our favorite bulbs were the bubble lights. We waited to finish decorating and anxiously awaited for the power to come on, warm the liquid in the bulb, and let the bubbles begin. We sat for a long time watching the bubbles go up and down. There were no gifts under the tree, and we didn’t seem to care, because on Christmas morning, we found a box of mixed nuts, one box with chocolate candy with a white middle and another box of chocolate candy with a pink middle. We also found a box with delicious roasted peanuts. When I was young, Christmas was not about presents, but was all about being together with family.

Our Lord, we thank you for giving to us the Light of the World. May we, too, be bearers of light as we share the joy of our Savior’s birth. Amen.

December 4: Christmas Eve Service Rev. Jacinto Alderete, Harmony Class

2 Timothy 1: 5–7 (NIV): I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love, and self–discipline.

Debajo de un portalito Underneath a shelter en un meson de Belen in a manger in Bethlehem nacio un nino chiquito a baby was born para nuestro sumo bien. for the good of mankind.

The words in Spanish above bring back memories of my childhood when we started rehearsing for our Christmas pageant. I grew up in the Methodist church. Every year at the beginning of Advent, we gathered around the pot–bellied wood furnace to warm our cold hands before we were told what parts we would have in the pageant. The above poem in Spanish was a part that my younger brother learned. To us, Christmas was centered in the church. The long wait began, and the more we rehearsed the closer we got to Christmas. The pageant was on Christmas Eve. We all learned our parts and our Christmas songs, and we looked forward to the end of the service so that we could receive a sack of candy, nuts, an orange, and an apple. After the service, all the young people would go caroling at the members’ homes, where we were greeted with empanadas (fried pies) and hot chocolate. It is a memory that will be etched in my heart forever.

Our Lord, we thank you for Christmas memories that deepen our faith by reminding us always of the special meaning of the season. Amen.

December 5: Waiting, Wondering, & PrayingDonna Baumgartner, Harmony Class

Luke 2: 13–15 (NIV): Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

As the Christmas of 1976 was fast approaching, our whole family waited for our own miracle – our baby was due any day! Happy, healthy families anticipated holding a happy, healthy baby — one who would bring our family together as the first grandchild. Planning for a new baby in the house, we created an elaborate nursery. We stocked up on 35mm film and could only imagine the moments we would capture! One late November evening our wait ended, and all our hopes and dreams burst forth with a healthy cry into our lives. Our long awaited firstborn son had arrived! In much the same way we anticipate the celebration of the birth of Jesus and the Christmas holidays. We plan and dream about our church family coming together to honor and celebrate the greatest gift mankind has known! We wonder how Mary and Joseph must have felt holding their Son, the promise of peace and salvation for people all over the world. We imagine them smiling as the baby is squirming in the manger. What an amazing sound to hear angels proclaim His birth announcement to shepherds, and welcome kings who kneel in honor of the Christ child! I love the idea of waiting and patiently wondering what God has planned ... and how lives will change as He captures our hearts and places hope in our Christmas dreams. Every year I love waiting ... and wondering ... and praying during the celebration of the birth of Jesus!

Lord, you are the Light in the darkness; you are the bringer of hope and joy. We marvel at the wonder of your everlasting love, the love that brought a Savior into the world and into our hearts. How grateful we are for your unspeakable gift! Amen.

December 6: God Through Child EyesBeth Dorcas, UMW Faith Circle, Agape Class Psalm 72:17–19 (NIV): “Praise be to the Lord God, the God of Israel, who alone does marvelous deeds. Praise be to his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen and Amen.” Psalm 72:17–19 NIV

At the Harvest Festival a couple of years ago, we won a bid in the live auction for the Point of Grace Sunday School Class to help us with a project. The project we chose was to remove wallpaper from three rooms in our house. Then we had the delight of looking at dry wall until we got the walls finished out. Grandchildren were due for the holidays, so we decided to put out washable markers and turn the children loose on the walls. As it turned out, not only the children, but everyone got involved. The results were cumulative. Bible verses, pictures, and running funny conversations appeared as the hours and days passed. The masterpieces on our walls became our constant reminders of love and family and faith. On the half bath wall, appeared the following message: “God is the most powerfullest God in the univers and atmosspeare!” (original spelling) That grandchild knew the truth. Among the drawings of people and animals, a castle, and a unicorn, silly sayings and notes to each other, the truth of God is present. It reminds me of the Christmas season. We are busy with decorations, gift lists, Christmas programs, and cooking and baking plans, on top of our already busy schedules. The Biblical stories of the coming of the Christ Child remind us, as does the child who wrote that note, that “God is the most powerfullest.” Thought for the day: God can be in the middle of all we are and do, if we let Him in.

Heavenly Father Blessed be Your Holy Name forever! Thank you for Your truth in the middle of everything we experience. Thank you for the Scriptures that tell us the story of Your truth. Help us to pay attention to You no matter how busy we seem to be. In Jesus Name, Amen.

December 7: The Lord is my ShepherdFairen Wyatt, Single Friends Class

John 3:16–17: For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

My daughter has epileptic seizures. The first one occurred very early on a Saturday morning. She liked to get up before everybody else and turn on the television to watch cartoons until everyone else got up. That morning it was so early that the test pattern was still on the screen when she began to watch. (At that time, the test pattern would pulsate and beep before programming came on.) I was awakened that morning by loud, guttural, gurgling noises coming from our den. I sat up in bed, startled, just as the sunlight began coming in through the window. I got up to see about the origin of the sound and found my daughter on the floor in the throes of a grand mal seizure. She was twitching and shaking with convulsions, foaming and bleeding from the mouth. She had bitten her tongue. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she did not respond to my voice or my calling her name. I tried to pry open her mouth to prevent her from swallowing her tongue, but she chomped down and bit off my fingernail! After a few seconds, which seemed like several hours, she began to come around. She was later diagnosed with seizures and was prescribed medication to help control them. As years passed, she grew up, and we repeated this scene many times. As time went on, I began to recognize the precursory symptoms of these seizures and was able to give her early medication to shorten them. I also learned that it helped to hold her and sing hymns to her (and to myself!) During these times, it became habit to rock and sing Psalm 23, the Lord is my Shepherd. This psalm became a favorite and calmed us both with the promise of the Lord being with us and watching over us.

Father, help us to remember that you always take care of us, just as a good parent cares for their children. Amen.

December 8: Worth the WaitBarbara Dunlap, Anchors Class Isaiah 7:10–16 (NRSV): Again the Lord spoke to Ahaz, saying, Ask a sign of the Lord your God; let it be deep as Sheol or high as heaven. But Ahaz said, I will not ask, and I will not put the Lord to the test. Then Isaiah said: “Hear then, O house of David! Is it too little for you to weary mortals, that you weary my God also? Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Look, the young woman is with child and shall bear a son, and shall name him Immanuel. He shall eat curds and honey by the time he knows how to refuse the evil and choose the good. For before the child knows how to refuse the evil and choose the good, the land before whose two kings you are in dread will be deserted.”

I don’t like waiting. I want to skip commercials to find out what happens next. I have been known to read the last page of a book when I am still in Chapter Seven. I take shortcuts and use my microwave more than I care to admit. I have recently started baking my own bread. Even using the instant yeast and quick rising recipe, it is still a long process — about three to four hours plus cooling time. The cooling time is when I am most impatient. I have smelled the bread baking for 30 minutes. Now it is out of the oven and sitting on the kitchen counter. The crust crackles a bit as it cools. I can imagine how wonderful it will taste. I can cut a slice now, and it will be good. Or I can wait another 30 minutes for a slice, and it will be great. I can’t explain how the bread is transformed during that time. Something wonderful happens as it cools and the texture completely changes. Advent is the same way. We can rush through the process and get started with Christmas early, and it will be good. Or we can wait. We can fill our time with prayer, service and simply waiting for the birth of our Immanuel. When Christmas finally arrives, it will be great. If we take the time to slow down and savor the experience of waiting, we are transformed. God works within us and changes our hearts. We can appreciate how Israel waited from the prophecy of Isaiah until the birth of the Christ Child. We can feel the anticipation of the one who will “ransom captive Israel” as we sing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.” As the flames dance on the Advent candles, we can wonder at the coming of the one who brings light to the darkness. No matter what we do, Christmas will arrive on December 25, and it will be good. But if we spend Advent preparing our hearts and waiting, it will be great.

Eternal God, sometimes it is difficult for me to wait. Please help me remember how long Israel waited for Your Son. Please guide me as I prepare for Christmas and grant me patience and stillness in You. Thank You for Your promised Son, Immanuel. Amen.

December 9: A Christmas Card from GodPhil Dorcas, Agape Class Luke 2: 13–20 (NRSV): And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favours!” When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us.“ So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

I was upset when I received my military orders to go to Frankfurt, Germany, in December, knowing I would miss Christmas with my parents. I was trying to honor time with family, especially at Christmas. I was just starting to warm up to the thought of December in Germany, seeing handmade nutcrackers and charming decorations in the shops, when I received orders to go on a military exercise in Wiesbaden for Christmas! I was shocked at this additional senseless assignment. The military life was taking me further away from my comfort zone and my Christmas expectations. Why me? I had some free time in Wiesbaden that Christmas Eve, so I went for a walk around the neighborhood of the hotel. On that cold evening, I did what I could to make the best of a bad situation. Unexpectedly, I was greeted by old cobblestone streets, antique stores, a Hummel shop, and a nice music store with kind clerks. Renewed with the idea that these were unexpected Christmas blessings, I bought some nice music treasures and returned to my room for the night. As I lay in bed, looking out the window onto the charming street scene below, it started to snow. It was snowing, right there in the cobblestone streets, right in front of me! It was beautiful! This truly was a Christmas card from God. Of all the beautiful Christmas cards I’ve seen, this was the most beautiful. I felt restored back into Christmas, brought back into God’s love.

Thank you, Lord, for the blessings of Christmas, for Your gift of Jesus, for Your love, and for our salvation. Help us to remember that you are always with us. In the name of Jesus the Christ. Amen.

December 10: Worth the Wait

Trisha Goode, Thursday Group

Psalm 27:14: Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.

The cold, crisp air of the late autumn evening stung my nose as I emerged from the gym after seventh grade basketball practice. My friends and I shivered in the frosty air as we scanned the parking lot where our parents would be waiting to pick us up. I squinted into the dim light of dusk searching for my mother’s car and the warmth it would provide. Several parents called out to me that they would take gladly take me home, but I assured them that my mother was on her way. Soon, I was left standing alone on the curb as the last few cars pulled out of the lot. These were the days before cell phones, so I sat down on the curb and waited ... and waited. I knew my mother would come; she had promised. Before long, eerie shadows surrounded me, and my apprehension grew. Why has she forgotten me? Now fully cloaked in darkness, I trembled uncontrollably as tears welled up in my eyes. Suddenly, bright lights in the distance pierced the darkness. I stared at the lights, which grew larger and larger. I quickly distinguished Mother’s Chevy, and my heart leaped with joy. She is here! I raced to the car sobbing with relief as my mother opened the car door, wrapped me tightly in her arms, and apologized for the flat tire that had delayed her for so long. I will never forget the love, the comfort, and the overwhelming peace I felt when I was safe in the arms of the one who promised to be there for me, always. For centuries, Israel waited in doubt and despair, waiting for a King who would defeat darkness and triumph over fear. Then two thousand years ago, a bright star in the eastern sky beckoned the shepherds to Bethlehem to behold the birth of the One who would bring peace, light, and unconditional love. The waiting was done; Jesus, the Son of God, our Savior and Redeemer, was here! May this Advent season find you filled with joy and peace in knowing that the wait was worth it; the One who came for you holds you tightly in His loving arms, always.

Loving God, we praise you for giving us hope in times of despair, comfort in times of doubt, and peace in times of strife. Thank you for Jesus whose birth illuminated the darkness with everlasting light. May we live in the light of your love, always. Amen

December 11: Jesus in Huggies? Rev. Clint Jones, Minister of Missions and Evangelism

Luke 2:6–8: In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger!

During my first semester of seminary at Perkins School of Theology I learned a lasting lesson in my Introduction to Theology class. One day our professor told us the story of her two daughters that nightly she would tuck in bed. As Christmas approached, her daughters spontaneously began a new ritual that the girls thought was hilarious. She told us that nightly they would jump on the bed prior to their Bible story and shout about Jesus going to the potty in his pants while laughing like little boys and girls do. Night after night of this irreverent behavior incited my professor’s disgust and finally she felt she had to put a stop to it. So finally, when this routine started up again prior to Bible story time, she strongly scolded her children and told them to be quiet and sit down. She thought she had fixed this problem once and for all as the roomfell silent. It was then her daughter with tears in her little eyes said, “But momma Jesus really was a little baby and he wore diapers. He did go potty in his pants.” This story has always stuck with me. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to leave all the glory of heaven and live in the muck and the mire of this world. I can’t imagine being born in a odoriferous manure laden cave in diapers. I can’t imagine leaving the songs of angels to hear the moaning of squabbling disciples and more poignantly the words “Crucify Him!” I can’t imagine what it must have been like to leave the eternal peace of heaven to constantly be sought by the sick and the poor while having to try to bring justice to the unjust. The fact that Jesus wore diapers for us is a symbol of a great love and great desire to identify with us as humans. In Jesus, we see God living out the fullness of the human experience and can know even more deeply God’s love for us.

O God, you showed your amazing love for us by sending your Son Jesus to become a part of all the human experience. You understand who we are, yet you love us anyway — so much that you constantly call us to a deeper relationship with you, our Creator and Redeemer. Thank you, Lord, for reaching down to us, embracing us, and keeping us in your care. Amen.

December 12: Take Time to Enjoy Kim Martin, New Beginnings Class Ecclesiastes 3: 1–6 (KJV): To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and time to lose; a time to keep; and a time to cast away.

In the calendar year, Christmas is at the end of all seasons. Although a joyous time for most, for many it can be a difficult time due to a loss. It is coming up on five years since my husband died in an accident. It was right after Christmas when this accident occurred, and I still had all the Christmas decorations up. My incredible Sunday School class came and took everything down, packed, labeled and put it away. I am so very grateful for these dear classmates and their friendships. I have mourned my husband, grieved, and cried. Taking the time to cast away the clutter and cobwebs is similar to throwing pebbles in a pond and watching the ripples. Healing is difficult, but time does fly by and one begins to try to laugh and dance. During this hectic busy Christmas season, take time to enjoy the goodness of life, those precious in your life, and remember to tell those around you that you are grateful for their friendship and love.

Dear Father, during this Advent season, be with those who are mourning the loss of loved ones. Make those around them more compassionate to their emptiness. Remind those with loss that Jesus brings a season of hope and new beginnings. Amen.

December 13: God So LovedJoyce Weaver, Thursday Group

John 3:16 (NSRV): “For God so loved the world that God gave his son Jesus, so that everyone who believes in God may not perish but may have eternal life.”

Growing up, part of my getting ready for Sunday School was finding a crisp, white handkerchief, usually edged with handmade lace. I would unfold it and give it to my dad, who would tie either a nickel or a dime in the corner. This was my Sunday School offering and as much a part of my preparation to attend Marvin United Methodist Church as wearing my very best shoes. I remember arriving at the small, white clapboard church, set in a beautiful grove of trees with prairie grass encircling the building. I would go to my classroom, handkerchief in my hand, untie the knot, and hand Mrs. Beasley my gift. I don’t remember my parents lecturing concerning the joy of giving or outlining and explaining stewardship to me. But I do remember that my white lace–trimmed handkerchief with my offering was part of my 9:45 a.m. Sunday preparation. I never left home on Sunday morning without it.

As I grew older, it was not a large leap for me from my Sunday offering to an awareness of God’s great gifts to me. I cherish with gratitude God’s unfailing commitment to love. Yes, God so loved that he gave.

God of us all, With outstretched heart and hands, we give you thanks for the many gifts we have received and are receiving. Amen.

December 14: Be Not AfraidCarolyn Lynch, Searching Together Class

Luke 2: 8–11 (NIV): And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.

In April my doctor said, “Your biopsy confirms cancer in your right lung.” Me: “Will I still be able to sing?” Doctor: Puzzled Others: Amused Singers: Full understanding!

A plan of action was determined and we proceeded to surgery some weeks later. God placed the most diligent, expertly equipped people in my life at precisely the appropriate times and places. Fear was not an option. Faith, love and prayer were foundational throughout this journey. In Deuteronomy, the Israelites were admonished not to fear or be discouraged. “Your God will fight for you.” And they lacked nothing for 40 years in the wilderness. After the death of Moses, the Lord told Joshua, “Be not afraid nor dismayed. The Lord thy God is with thee.” And Joshua led the Israelites across the River Jordan to possess the land God promised them. In Luke, startled shepherds were told, “Do not be afraid. “There is born to you a Saviour.” And with haste they went to Bethlehem to see the Holy Child. Paul assured Timothy in his second letter that God had not given him a spirit of fear, but rather a spirit of love and power and a sound mind. Could I trust less than did these? “Be not afraid.” “God will take care of you.” And He did. Successful surgery, no chemo or radiation, a speedy and wholesome recovery. He carried me gently. “Your God will fight for you.” “Be not afraid.” A command? A suggestion? A promise?

“Be not afraid,” you say to us, O Lord. Thank you that your reassuring words still apply today. As we face the uncertainties of life, we know that your abiding presence will bring us peace. Amen.

December 15: Silent Night?Rev. Donna McKee, Minister of Christian Formation

Psalm 122: 1–2, 8 (NIV): I rejoiced with those who said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.“ Our feet are standing at your gates, O Jerusalem. For the sake of my brothers and friends, I will say, “Peace be within you.”

On December 23, 1969, I boarded a plane bound for Israel with 20 other members of my high school choir. I remember feeling excitement mixed with anxiety at the thought not only of flying across the world, but also of spending Christmas away from my family for the first time. Because of the time difference, we arrived in Tel Aviv and were bused directly to Bethlehem in time to sing there on Christmas Eve. As we drove into the city of Jesus’ birth, I remember being shocked at what I saw outside the bus windows. There were throngs of people in the lighted streets joyfully yelling and carrying on like a victory celebration! It was nothing like the reverent scene I expected. If the angels had sung that night, they would have never been heard! So much for a “Silent Night, Holy Night!” We sang on a stage in the middle of Bethlehem square and were well received by the boisterous crowd. Afterward, we climbed back onto the bus, traveled to Jerusalem, and fell into our hotel beds, exhausted by the long day’s travel and the surreal Christmas Eve experience. The next morning, we went to the Garden of Gethsemane. I thought at the time it was a curious place to spend Christmas morning. But in the bright, crisp air, our young group worshipped and shared communion along with the rest of our tour group. Although the setting was strange as we sat under the ancient trees in this most holy land, I experienced the peace of Christmas that I yearn for every year. This Advent season we are invited to ponder the question, “What are you waiting for?” Every year I wait for those suspended, sacred moments in worship when I, along with my brothers and sisters in Christ, experience once again the awe and wonder of the birth of love into the world.

Prayer: O God, open our hearts to your wondrous love and peace as we gather in worship this Advent season. Amen.

December 16: An Unexpected GiftLiz Motley, Harmony Class

Luke 2: 6–7: While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

I stood at the picture window gloomily looking at the 14 inches of snow covering the front yard. The only tracks in the snow were those made by the paperboy. Our 100 foot driveway didn’t even have any tire tracks down it. Hardly any traffic passed down the street. It was Christmas Eve. The snow had been on the ground since the 22nd, and it was not going away. I glanced over at the Christmas tree. There were very few packages under it. The winter wonderland had stopped all last minute shopping sprees. To a young teenager, this was not the Christmas I had dreamed. Yes, maybe “some” snow to have a white Christmas, but not this much snow! On top of all this, my annual sinus infection had returned. I was so sick that it was determined I would have to see the doctor and get some medications. My brother–in–law was the only member of the family with chains for his tires. He had been delegated to take me to the doctor’s

office because Mother was busy with the Christmas dinner preparations for over 30 people. As Christmas Day drew to a close, I was disappointed because all I got for Christmas that year was a bottle of cologne and a trip to the doctor. I decided this would not be one of my most memorable Christmases. I wonder how Mary and Joseph felt on the birth day of their child. They were not at home. The journey had been long and hard. They missed out on getting a room at the inn. They took the only accommodations available — a stable. Often times we deal with the circumstances at hand. As a self–centered teen, I wasn’t too excited by my presents. As young parents, Mary and Joseph were elated with their newborn. Regardless of the situation, God was present at these occasions. As I reflect upon my Christmas of 1963, I can rejoice in the birth of my Savior. The gift of medicine helped me recover physically, and the gift of a Savior on that day’s celebration of his birth meant I was continually moving on to perfection. Holy Father, as we await the birth of our Savior, may we be thankful for what we receive and what we don’t receive because we know that all good things come from you. Grant me a grateful heart. Amen.

December 17: Epiphany — A New UnderstandingName: Janet Murray, Harmony Class

Titus 2:11–14 (NRSV): For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all, training us to renounce impiety and worldly passions, and in the present age to live lives that are self–controlled, upright, and godly while we wait for the blessed hope and the manifestation of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ. He it is who gave himself for us that he might redeem us from all iniquity and purify for himself a people of his own who are zealous for good deeds.

My first biological grandchild was born October 1 this year. As the time of his birth approached, I was pressed to clean house, Lysol anything that didn’t move — to provide a clean and safe environment for this child to enter that would sparkle with welcome on the anticipated first visit to grandma’s house. Loving the Christmas season as I do, this is the first year I’ve looked intentionally to the Advent season. I intellectually knew about prophesies foretelling Emmanuel’s coming. I’ve been through studies, read the verses, listened to the sermons, but somehow didn’t get it. Titus’s verses somehow rang clear this season, looking through the eyes of an undaunted anticipation of my grandson’s birth. The significance of “getting ready” has new meaning. God wants me to get ready. As in the days when Jesus’ birth was heralded by angels and lit by the star, I need to prepare for Emmanuel’s appearance anew. I listen to sermons and remember, it is I who fall short; it is I who wants/needs to grow; it is I who needs to get my priorities straight; it is my weakness that I can address. So often, like so many, it is easy to see where others fall short, but with God’s help, this Advent season, I want to open my heart to my own cobwebs I need to sweep away. I want to polish my own furniture and shine my glass. I want to be ready for the arrival of a Baby who was sent by God to me — and to all — filled with love for me, teaching me lessons from His word, asking me to be a part of his divine family, teaching me how precious the love of a baby is to His people. O Holy Night! An epiphany of new understanding.

God, you are love. With your Son and your Holy Spirit, you created us in your image. And you showed us your love in the clearest and dearest form mortals can understand... a baby. This Advent season, help us to look within. Help us to do the housecleaning appropriate for welcoming your Son. Thank you for the gift of your love. Thank you for welcoming us as your sons and daughters. Teach us to grow more like Jesus and to are zealous for good deeds. Amen.

December 18: God Doesn’t Forget His People

Dolores Masters, Harmony Class

2 Corinthians 9:15 (NIV): Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift. Some may remember years ago when the long–awaited Sears Christmas catalog would arrive. Its slick, brightly colored pages, unlike the black and white pages of the usual catalogs, were jam packed with every toy imaginable. When our daughter was six years old, the front cover of the catalog featured a huge stuffed Lassie; she immediately called it “My Lassie Dog.” Knowing not to wait until they were sold out, I quickly ordered it, and when it arrived, we put it in the attic away from prying little eyes! She waited and waited for Christmas, asking Santa by letter and in person at the mall, to please bring only one thing, Lassie Dog. When Christmas Eve finally arrived, and we knew that sugarplums were dancing in her head, we began to put out the gifts from Santa for Christmas morning. In all the excitement, we completely forgot Lassie Dog waiting in the attic. How could we have done that? We sensed that she was not as excited as we thought she would be on Christmas morning, but we thought that she was just sleepy. Later in the day when her uncle asked her if Santa had brought everything that she wanted, she lowered her head and barely whispered, “He didn’t bring My Lassie Dog!” Of course, the “Santas” in the room were devastated. When we returned home, “Santa” quickly scampered up to the attic and announced that because Lassie Dog was so huge, Santa had found it necessary to leave him in the garage. Being a perceptive little girl and having been told by some of her First Grade friends that Santa might not be exactly as she thought, she looked a little skeptical, but she didn’t disappoint us by saying, “I don’t believe that!” Many years later, Lassie Dog still resides in the far back corner of a closet in her home. He is still loved! God, unlike earthly parents, has always been faithful to the promises that he makes with his people, so faithful that he sent his Son, Jesus Christ, to teach us how to live. Unlike earthly parents, God didn’t forget to give us his best gift, Jesus, wrapped in the swaddling cloths of peace, hope, joy, and love. We don’t have to wait and wait for God’s gift. We have it now! Thanks be to God!

Gracious and loving God, thank you for your incredible gift to us, your Son, Jesus, whose birth we celebrate on Christmas Day. Thank you also for remembering to give your children the gifts of peace, hope, joy, and love. Thank you for never forgetting us. With grateful hearts. Amen.

December 19: This Little Light of MineRev. Matt Ybañez, Minister to Youth and Their Families

John 3:16-21: ‘For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. ‘Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Those who believe in him are not condemned; but those who do not believe are condemned already, because they have not believed in the name of the only Son of God. And this is the judgement, that the light has come into the world, and people loved darkness rather than light because their deeds were evil. For all who do evil hate the light and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed. But those who do what is true come to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that their deeds have been done in God.’

When I was a kid, my church had a Christmas pageant every year and the kindergarten class always sang This Little Light of Mine. We had made little paper candles and I’m sure I was adorable, but for the longest time, I associated that song with Christmas. It’s appropriate for Christmas — as we look toward the coming of the light of Christ into the world, we let the light of Christ shine in us and through us. Maybe that’s why we light our houses. I was in charge of putting up Christmas lights when I was a teenager. Every year, on the day after Thanksgiving, my mom would go shopping and my brother and I would drag out hundreds of strands of Christmas lights and light up the house. We had diagrams, extension ladders, spare bulbs, and even a humongous hot–air balloon that carried Santa and his reindeer. Today, I still love to put up the lights outside of my house. I’m just as particular about it today as I was when I was 14, and it is a tradition that I hope my children cherish as much as I do. Christmas lights remind me that Hope is active — not passive. The lights remind me that in waiting for the light of Christ to enter into the world, the light of Christ can shine through me in the meantime, in an already, but not yet sort of way. That’s what I think of as we light candles on Christmas Eve and sing Silent Night. As God’s people, the church bears the light of Christ in the world. We work for the changes that we believe God would want to see happen. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness does not overcome it.

God of life, let your light shine in us so that we may bear your light to the world. Amen.

December 20: The Spirit MovesHerschel White, Searching Together Class 2 Peter 1:12–15 (NRSV): Therefore I intend to keep on reminding you of these things, though you know them already and are established in the truth that has come to you. I think it right, as long as I am in this body, to refresh your memory, since I know that my death will come soon, as indeed our Lord Jesus Christ has made clear to me. And I will make every effort so that after my departure you may be able at any time to recall these things.

It is Christmas, 1945. I am five years old and my sister is three. Our family is traveling from Arizona to Arkansas to visit my grandparents over the holidays. We are in a 1942 Chevrolet coupe (with vacuum shift.) We are covering as much ground as possible each day, because we are anxious to be with our loved ones. We stop at a roadside cafe for a late supper and straggle in, obviously road–weary. We sit down and await our menus. Before the waitress can get there, a man walks up and introduces himself. He and his family are about to have supper and would be honored to have the four of us join them. There are three children, two girls and a boy, all older than me, all probably in elementary school. We demur, but he insists on buying our supper. He has had a good year, and he and his wife are teaching their children not to be afraid to spread God’s love to strangers. I don’t remember our family ever doing that for anyone else, maybe because my Dad was killed in a car accident three years later. But I have never forgotten the example set by this anonymous family.

O Lord, send your spirit to move me; Fill my heart with your loving commands. Show me the ways of your wondrous works And make me a tool for your divine hands. O Lord, send your spirit to still me; Fill my heart with your loving grace. Make me a pool to reflect your light, That others may see your love in my face. Send me your Holy Spirit, O Lord. Amen.

December 21: HomelessFairen Wyatt, Single Friends Class Luke 1: 26–31: In the sixth month, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored. The Lord is with you.” Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you will give him the name Jesus.

Homeless! The thought of being homeless was very real — again! The first time, I had to spend my life savings to keep my home. The second time, after being retired for seven years, I had to go back to work to avoid foreclosure. This time it felt like I’d hit a brick wall. I couldn’t see any way to resolve this situation except through the Lord’s goodness and mercy. He’d brought me safe thus far, and I was sure that he could do it again. Thinking about being homeless during the holidays made me think of Mary and the birth of the Christ child. Mary had no home, either. Young, unwed, and pregnant for the first time, she climbed aboard a donkey, trusting in the Lord’s faithfulness, and went with Joseph, her fiance to a foreign land. There she gave birth in a stable, in the straw, surrounded by lowly animals. We know today, medically, all of the dangers she faced and shudder to think what the outcome of such a delivery might have been. But Mary believed and had faith in God and His promise. Her faith carried her through, and Jesus was born. Born to die for us so our sins are forgiven even before we commit them. What love, what faith, what belief! So we as children of God can expect no less if we, too, believe and have faith in God’s promise, just as Mary did.

Dear Father, help us to hold on to our belief in your promise of hope and a future of your goodness and mercy. Amen.

December 22: Waiting for the Spirit of Christmas

Vickie Pinske, Thursday Group

Psalm 30:5b: Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

Due to a terminal illness of a loved one that caused fear, dread and anxiety, the Spirit of Christmas passed over my home for five years. Oh, I knew it was December because of the holiday decorations in the drug stores and even in the hospital lobby, but there was no joy or even blame for outsiders not trying to bring cheer to our house. It was as if a gray cloud shrouded this property. Grief came and stayed so long. This year I began to have the same feelings that I had before December 2008. In September, my heart began to “thaw.” There were surprising moments of genuine laughter and delight. In October, when stores started to display Christmas items, I found myself almost childlike with glee! Oh gracious and loving God, You carefully guided me through such a sad time but once again brought me to a place of contentment, peace and joy. This wonderful blessed season , I want to sing and share the abundant love of Christ Jesus: For unto us a Child is born! Hallelujah !

Lord, restore to those who are sorrowful a sense of joy and expectancy during this Christmas season. Help them to see that the night of travail and despair is over; the day of rejoicing has come! Amen.

December 23: WaitingLois Smith, Searching Together Class

Psalm 130:5: I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope.

It was the last day of school before the Christmas holidays. An excited third grader, I stepped on the school ground wearing my new Christmas sweater while carefully balancing my gift for the party at the end of the day. Everywhere children as excited as I swarmed into their classrooms. Little learning took place that day, as short attention spans and laughter filled every classroom. I kept peeking at my package under the Christmas tree, hoping it would be appreciated while in the same moment hoping I would be lucky enough to get a gift I liked. As party time finally arrived, I gathered with several of my friends in our little group. I mentioned how excited I was about Christmas and the gifts Santa would bring. My friends looked at one another and started laughing and teasing me about still believing in Santa Claus. I was dumfounded, but stood my ground — arguing until the party began. I could feel a tightness in my stomach and tears threatened to fall. My world seemed destroyed! The remainder of the party was torment for me. By myself in a little corner, I watched the festivities with a lump in my throat. The minutes seemed to creep by until it was time to go home. On my way home, over and over in my head I kept repeating — they are wrong, they are so wrong. I thought of asking my mother, but deep down I suppose I didn’t want to hear her answer so instead I kept hoping and hoping Santa would give me a sign. I waited and waited. It wasn’t until Christmas Eve as I lay in bed that the wind began to blow rustling the limbs outside my window, and then I heard it — tap, tap, tap — reindeer hooves prancing on my roof! Today, the spirit of Christmas is still alive. It sustains my faith in God, and I know that no matter the circumstances, my belief will never waver for in His word I put my hope. I wait and signs of God’s presence are all around, reassuring me like reindeer hooves tapping on the rooftop.

Ever–present Lord, sustain in us the Spirit of Christmas not just during the holiday season but throughout the year. May we celebrate your presence every day! Amen.

December 24: God is With Us!Rev. Clint Jones, Minister of Missions and Evangelism

Matthew 1:22–25: All this took place to fulfill what had been spoken by the Lord through the prophet: “Look, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son,! and they shall name him Emmanuel,”! which means, “God is with us.” When Joseph awoke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him; he took her as his wife, but had no marital relations with her until she had borne a son; and he named him Jesus!

For many years, I saw God as a being who was far away and distant. I thought God’s primary purpose was like that of Santa Claus — to sit with a list and make check marks in the “naughty” or “nice” columns based on our actions. I believed God only rewarded those who behave well and play nice. I saw God as a deity that I needed to follow, mostly because there was a reward in the end. I am glad to say that in time I have learned that I was extraordinarily wrong. As I think about our relationship to God, one of the most powerful images that the scriptures contain is the fact we are not alone. God has chosen to become interwoven into the fabric of humanity and to fervently pursue us with God’s love and grace. Psalm 139 tells us that neither the tallest hill nor the deepest valley can separate us from God’s presence, to the naming of the Christ child Emmanuel, I no longer see God as I once did. I love the name Emmanuel because it has taught me that no matter where we are, God is nearby — desiring to be in relationship with us and offering us God’s love. Thus, let us celebrate this Christmas season for GOD IS WITH US! AMEN!

O Lord, Emmanuel, how we rejoice that You are with us, always extending your unconditional love. May we share your love abundantly not only during this special season but every day of our lives. Amen.

December 25: Be Not Afraid

Carolyn Lynch, Searching Together Class

“Be not afraid,” the angel saidTo shepherds on a hillside.“Be not afraid,” God says to us,“In you I will abide.” “Peace on earth,” the proclamation,“Goodwill to men” declared.The coming of the Christ ChildWith all creation shared.

The heav’ns were filled with singingBy clarion angel voices.Mankind was drawn to Jesus,Presented eternal choices.

Hearts that yearn for peaceAbsenting painful tears,Learned good will in living,Erasing tedious fears.

The coming of the Christ Child,The birthing of our Lord,Changed the world forever, Grace abundantly outpoured.

As heaven is filled with music,Human hearts respondTo hope and joy and gladness,To eternity beyond.

On this Christmas Day, O Lord Emmanuel, may our hearts overflow with joy as we celebrate the power and glory of your presence. We rejoice in your promise of grace and peace and unconditional love! Amen.

December 26: It’s real!Rev. Greg Shapley, Minister of Music and Worship

Isaiah 11:1–5: A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a branch will bear fruit. The Spirit of the Lord will rest on him — the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of power, the Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the Lord — and he will delight in the fear of the Lord.

I was born an idealist, and as I grew, the world didn’t make any sense to me. When I was a young boy, I remember asking my parents lots of

questions about what I saw in the world. “Why are people sent off to war?” “Why are they shooting at each other on the TV news?” “Why are those people hungry?” “Why are those white people so angry and mean to the black people?” I was born on November 22, two years after JFK was assassinated, so every birthday I was inundated with stories about that terrible day. I remember asking why anyone would kill such a good man. My parents’ answer to all of my questions was pretty much the same every time, “That’s just the way the world is, son. The world isn’t fair.” None of those things made sense of what I thought should be right and fair. Losing innocence for me was adjusting to the injustices and inequities of this world, which somehow seemed so foreign and wrong to me. The prophet Isaiah knows something about this. He had a vision of what the world should be, and he wrote about the one who would bring that vision of peace and justice into reality. All of these years later, we believe that one is Jesus the Christ. Jesus understood the world, but was not of this world. He understood what it was to be fully human, yet fully divine. He spent his ministry teaching about this ideal vision of the kingdom of God. He knew that the kingdom of God would come on earth only when people believed and followed him. Here’s the great news of the Gospel — it’s real. The Kingdom of God is real, and this world can look much more like that ideal place if we have the courage to follow Christ. Christ calls us to bring that kingdom of heaven to earth for the sake of all people. There’s peace and justice in this kingdom, and all who live in this peace will know the love of God. What could be simpler? What could be more beautiful?

Gracious God, let the Kingdom of God begin with me today. Grant me peace in my soul to live peacefully with my family, my neighbors, and those with whom I disagree. Heal me when I feel unworthy. Humble me when I feel righteous, for you alone are good. Help me to see that we are all your children, and are all worthy of your love. Make my life a blessing to those who need blessing, and use me to show your face to others who need to know you. Keep the reality of your kingdom alive in my heart, and show me how I may serve you. In the name of your son Jesus Christ I pray. Amen.

December 27: Christ’s Place For Us

Beth Dorcas, UMW Faith Circle, Agape Class

John 14:1–3 (NIV): Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”

The sun shines in the western windows of our living room onto a menagerie of toys. Doll cribs with dolls, a toy kitchen with toy food, a wooden train set, blocks, colors and coloring books, a child–size table and chair, and baby toys wait in happy anticipation. The living room is always ready for the grandchildren’s visits. We never know when the call will come, telling us a grandchild wants a “play–date.” We are ready. The room is ready. As much as we love our grandchildren, it is hard to imagine a greater love. But God loves each of us even more. We prepare temporal delights for our children. God prepares eternal delights for His children. Jesus tells us that He goes to prepare a place for us. He says He will come back for us and take us to where He is forever. It won’t be only a visit. If we have placed our faith in Christ, we are God’s child. We will get to stay together with Him, without tears and pain, forever. Thought for the day: We prepare our hearts for the remembrance of the coming of the Christ Child. Christ prepares our hearts for abundant life now and for eternity with Him.

Heavenly Father, Thank you for sending Christ for us. Let it be that Your abundant grace nudge us into His arms when we wander. Thank You for preparing a place for us in eternity with You. In Jesus Name, Amen.

December 28: Are There Angels Among Us?Fairen Wyatt, Single Friends Class Psalm 25:4–5: Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.

It was very early in the morning; the sun wasn’t up yet — still dark as midnight outside. I was waiting in an emergency room in a local hospital. My husband was having a stent put in after a heart attack. Not many people were around except the hospital personnel. The morning news was on, and the room smelled of fresh coffee and stale air conditioning. It felt cold. There were blankets wadded up in some chairs in the corner where someone had tried to keep warm the previous night. I was alone. There were no friends or family waiting with me. They were all at home, just waking up, or getting themselves and their children ready for school or work. I felt very alone — more alone than I’d felt in a long time. Random thoughts went through my mind: Why was I waiting alone? Why was this happening to my husband? To us? To me? I was feeling helpless and hopeless and a bit overwhelmed, as well as (I might add) a bit angry and resentful! Why did I feel so alone? Where was God? Despair began to soak down my back, and a hollow feeling began to swell in my chest. I had to go outside — had to get some air. Once outside, I sat down on a hard, cold, concrete bench, and tears of sadness and frustration started to slide down my face. Just then, a nicely dressed gentleman approached me and asked me what was wrong. I hadn’t seen him when I came outside, and I didn’t know where he’d come from. He sat down beside me and opened a conversation. I told him why I was there. We talked, and then he left. Suddenly, I felt much better and was hopeful again. Are there angels among us? Yes, I thought. I’d just met one!

Lord, help us to remember how much you love us and how you are always with us. Amen.

December 29: Christian YogaMary Fridge, Friendship Class

John 20: 21–23: Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” When he said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. …”

While taking my first yoga class in the fitness center at work, I thought of how stretching our spiritual lives, stretching our bodies, and breathing in the Holy Spirit are similarly important components of our faith. How often do we breathe deeply enough for our body and mind to react to the stretching we need in our spiritual life? God gave us our bodies and minds to nurture in order to do his work on earth. Can we honestly do the same works and read the same verses repeatedly and truly feel fulfilled? Stretching our faith in different ways by attending various Bible studies, volunteering for a church event, and meeting new people in the congregation are healthy choices in stretching our spiritual life. We must “breathe in” new experiences of Jesus’ love and share it with others for a deeper understanding of what God desires for us in our earthly life.

Dear God, Bring us closer to you by showing us ways to stretch our faith muscles daily. Amen.

December 30: A Zacchaeus Christmas

Joe Motley, Harmony Class

Luke 19: 8–10 NIV): But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount. Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.”

The story of Zacchaeus radiates the essence of the Christmas message: An outsider, a loathed tax collector, becomes an insider through the transforming love of Jesus. The crowd murmurs that Jesus “has gone to be the guest of a sinner.” Miraculously, this despised sinner undergoes a radical metamorphosis. His entire value system is suddenly inverted. His possessions no longer possess him. He eagerly prepares to dispose of the wealth he has accrued, ready to restore everything that he has taken unlawfully and to donate half of his goods to the poor. When we meet Jesus, when we come face to face with the unconditional love and transforming grace of the Son of God, we, like Zacchaeus, realize that everything that we have stockpiled and guarded can actually hinder our relationship with God. Once he knows Jesus, Zacchaeus joins the vast community of believers, no longer a pariah but now a brother in the faith. If we fervently seek Jesus, we begin to understand what Christmas means: God with us, God within us. When Jesus is welcomed into our homes and our hearts, we will never be the same!

Dear Lord, we earnestly desire to know your transforming power and love. Through your grace, you have drawn us to you. When we in our sin could not reach up to you, you in your redemptive love reached down to us and gave us your Son. May we experience the joy and liberation that Zacchaeus felt when he encountered Jesus and at once clearly understood the meaning of Christmas––Emmanuel, God with us! Amen.

December 31: What Are You Waiting For?

Rev. Philip Rhodes, Senior Pastor

Apureand

golden light it

seems that spread across

the pews reflects its radiance from the

mellow old carved oak and hanging greens upon the faces, hands of those

who sing so sweetly Silent Night. Look deep

into this gentle fire then go forth to bear it far and tender to

wherever infants cold and frightened tremble

in the dark with no bright star

no kings to

greet.

— A poem by J. Barrie Shepherd from Weavings

My prayer for us all is that the gentle flames of our Silent Night candles not fade with the new year, that the hope, love, joy, and peace of Christ burn so brightly in our hearts that it will illuminate the whole world. What are you waiting for?

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