The poignance of being a human being is that you are the place where the invisible becomes visible. – John O’Donahue
Our challenge from WordPress just now is “What role does music play in your life?” As soon as I saw the invitation to write on it, the answer to the question and the subject of this post became clear to me. You see, the Lord constantly touches my heart through music! I must say that while radio, DVDs, television, concerts, websites, choirs and more always lift me up, by far the most grace and blessings come, to me from Him, through the birds singing outside my windows just now as I write this, as I first waken in the morning, and at random moments throughout the day. Sometimes their song startles me as the disquiet of my day threatens to steal my joy, for when I stop fretting and catch my breath, their voices are foreign to the mood I’ve fallen into and it takes a moment or several to allow my soul to rest and soak up the songs of praise they sing.
The Bible tells us oh so many times how much He cares for them and for us. It reveals to us that if He cares so much for the birds of the air then surely He cares so much more for each one of us, no matter what. Do you know what strikes me though? In a storm, in a really scary hurricane with winds knocking limb after enormous limb from the trees and threatening to overtake my home, these tender, gentle, and fragile creatures still sing their songs of praise. I ponder this as I consider the stress of my yesterday, and the annoyance of this morning. But, the birds still sing. I consider this as I frown over the party invitation I didn’t receive. But, still the birds sing. I look and listen with wonder at them as I fight thoughts of “what will tomorrow bring?” But again, the birds sing praises.
There is a lesson to be learned from these tiny musicians and vocalists.
For me it is not one of “Does He love me more than these”
but more importantly “How can I learn to be more like them?”
Words and photo by Martha L Shaw – ©1-26-2013
This cost me just a dollar or at the most two, yet it is worth more to me than money. It represents everything Jesus came to do and everything He did . . . for me. When I hold it in my hand, the entire circular base of the basket depicts all of the characters in the Bible story we heard a day or two ago. The scented dried florals in it remind me of both the gifts brought to Him at Epiphany and the perfume later used to wash His feet. The handle looks, to me, like a crown of thorns which, we know all too well, was later placed on His head as He was mocked and killed for each one of us. They say a baby changes everything . . . this one did.
Yesterday, we were told “At noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.” Click the link and join along if you like.
So, at High Noon yesterday, a dear friend and spiritual brother had come to spend Christmas at my home and other dear friends were to join in the late afternoon for the late meal and evening with us. John and I were busy in the kitchen preparing a light meal to tide us over until the feast we all contributed toward preparing for the late day meal. At noon, we’d accomplished all we needed, brewed a fresh pot of coffee and enjoy a cup with a shot of Frangelico to toast in the sacred day, the birth of Christ in a manger long ago and His rebirth in our hearts ALWAYS.
We spoke of joyful memories and faith-filled hopes of joys yet to come. There were to be potatoes to peel and mash and other last-minute preparations, but in the midst of it all, we were able and eager to pause, reflect, and feel the joy. Something we should do each day and not just on December 25th, don’t you agree?
Have a blessed CHRISTmas everyone!
The Greatest Gift of All?
Is right there in your heart!