Just playing with the camera this Christmas Eve.
Just playing with the camera this Christmas Eve.
Bread of Life
Friend of sinners
Great High Priest
Immanuel…God with us
King of the Jews
Lamb of God
Only Begotten of the Father
Prince of Peace
Upholder of all things
EXact Representation of His nature
Try as I might to find a name of Christ Jesus that begins with X in English, Hebrew or Greek…I didn’t find any.
This was a great way to think about Christ and who He is and what He did in His life, death and resurrection, and what He is doing seated at the right hand of the Father. There were a number of letters that it was easy to come up with multiple names or titles.
Can it only be a few minutes since you’ve departed
It feels like it’s been such a very long time
I can’t quite imagine
What Christmas would have been like without you
You filled a big house on a hill
With warmth, fun, love and laughter
For just a few days
I got to forget how lonely I’ve been
I was able to spend time with someone filled with grace
Who overlooks my faults and loves me anyway
This Christmas, I truly realized
A house is not a home without love
To Ron and Carol…thank you for a wonderful Christmas!
by Susan Wachtel
December 28, 2014
18 Now the birth of Jesus Christ was as follows: After His mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Spirit. 19 Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not wanting to make her a public example, was minded to put her away secretly. 20 But while he thought about these things, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take to you Mary your wife, for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit. 21 And she will bring forth a Son, and you shall call His name JESUS, for He will save His people from their sins.”
22 So all this was done that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the Lord through the prophet, saying: 23 “Behold, the virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which is translated, “God with us.”
24 Then Joseph, being aroused from sleep, did as the angel of the Lord commanded him and took to him his wife, 25 and did not know her till she had brought forth her firstborn Son. And he called His name JESUS. – Matthew 1:18-25
If I would have known last Christmas was to be your last
What would I have done different
Would I have spent the whole day by your side
Would I have hugged you a little tighter
Would I have held your hands
As we watched the movies of old
Truly believed in my heart
That it is a wonderful life…in spite of all the messes
Would I have gone to the ends of the earth
Found just the right present to bring you a smile
Would I have shared the good news of Christmas
Ensured that you received God’s gift of the Savior
Susan Bunts Wachtel
December 17, 2008
Dedicated to Gayle Merriam Johnson Bunts Lorenat…my mother who died on April 29, 2008.
It wasn’t a fiery sermon preached from the pulpit, but instead a verse from the precious Christmas hymn, “Away in a Manger”. The words stopped in my throat…and I could only whisper them…mouth the words as tears filled my eyes.
“Away in a manger, no crib for a bed”
Those words brought me up short and I realized I had gotten it all wrong. It was Christmas and I hadn’t made room for Jesus.
Oh there was time to decorate and attend Christmas festivities. I made time to make a list and check it twice…and shop for just the right gifts. I slipped in some Christmas concerts and even a party on the sparkling waters of Newport Beach.
But I didn’t make time for my Savior.
I enjoyed Christmas lights…but didn’t delight in the Light of the world.
Oh I attended church and Bible study and even prayed. But I didn’t seek special time to spend with Jesus…to thank Him for what He has done for me. In all the hustle and bustle of the season…I didn’t share the Good News of Gospel with someone who is overwhelmed or hurting or alone for the first time.
I didn’t spend time reading the story of Jesus’ most miraculous birth as God became man. He who is fully God and fully man…this One who was born to die. Willing to submit Himself unto the Father’s plan…in order to redeem me, buy me back and save me from my sin.
Everything I have…everything I am comes from Him. And I didn’t give Him the one thing I can offer…my time.
When I look at the gifts I received and the things I most treasure from this Christmas…it was time spent with friends…just chatting. Sometimes about important things…more often than not…it was just about stuff. Nothing earth shaking…but just time spent caring for one another.
If that’s what I enjoyed the most…why would I think my Lord and Savior wouldn’t love that too?
What I missed the most…was spending time with friends…talking and catching up…or getting away for a while from the hustle and bustle and demands that never end. Focusing on another…listening and carrying their burdens for a while.
Jesus gave His life so that I might live…He bore the penalty for my sins upon His body. He gave His all…and didn’t even give Him my time.
My foolish investment of time and energy made what is so precious…devoid of real meaning. If only I had focused on Christ…how might the rest of time and relationships have been during this season? Christ centered, peaceful, joyful, walking in love, mindful of the real reason behind the celebration. Walking in manner worthy of my high calling…and aiming to please my Savior…to bring Him joy.
When I really love someone…don’t I find great joy and happiness in pleasing them and making them happy? Won’t it be more so when I please Jesus?
Oh Jesus…I’m sorry I made no room for You this Christmas. Jesus I ask You, please don’t let me do this again…to walk so foolishly. May I be ever mindful of the treasure You are…and hold onto You and value You…and never let You go.
Each night when I come home…I find an assortment of ornaments scattered too and fro. Make no mistake…I had a prime suspect in mind. But tonight….I have proof positive that little Rudy is having a holly jolly Christmas while I’m away a work.