“Then the angel said to her, ‘Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Highest; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David. And He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end.’”
December 24, 2022
Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power this Christmas season? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? I tried my hand at poetry, I thought I would try to rewrite, “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Here’s what I wrote:
Mary had a little Lamb.
His fleece was white as snow.
Son of God from Heaven above, for sinners here below.
Mary’s Son, Eternal God, He, the Great I AM
With wool so white on Christmas night became a little Lamb.
Mary had a little Lamb. His fleece was white as snow.
That spotless Lamb was crucified to pay the debt I owe.
Oh, spotless Lamb, with wool so white, thy crimson blood, I know,
can take away my crimson sin and wash me white as snow.
I thank God for Mary’s little Lamb that died upon that cross. But not only was this Lamb a special Lamb, a slain Lamb, and a saving Lamb, Mary’s Lamb is to be a shared Lamb. That’s why when we come to the Lord’s table, we have a celebration. We feed on the Lamb.
Pick one activity to do on your own or with your loved ones to feed on the Lamb as you prepare for Christmas Day.
I try to unplug each morning with Jesus with just my rocking chair, my Bible, and a pen.
Having a secret place is very important because I know that Jesus is always there waiting for me. I know where I can find Him! His presence is everywhere, but there are places where it is so thick you can cut it with a knife. You may not even have a front porch, but there is a secret place for you as well. God’s invitations are for anyone who will respond. There is no more important request than the one found in Psalm 27:8: “My heart has heard You say, ‘Come and talk with Me.’ And my heart responds, ‘Lord, I am coming.’”