Mary's Song

  • Dec. 24, 2015
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We celebrate Christmas because God became man in Jesus Christ, in order to save us from the power of sin.

Mary's Song

Hi, I'm Joni Eareckson Tada and I hope you’re enjoying a most blessed Christmas Eve!

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, Loves pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord at thy birth,
Jesus, Lord at thy birth.

Here we were, blind, hopeless, and wandering in the dark; under the curse, an object of God's wrath, here we were heading for hell in a hand basket and slaves of our enemy the devil, but God! Oh, thank the Lord! But God in all of His mercy and compassion shined His light into our dark hearts, opening our eyes, giving us hope, lifting the curse, bestowing His favor, removing the clutches of Satan, and giving us a home in heaven. All because of Christmas; all because God become flesh in Jesus Christ. No wonder His birth is such a celebration. Thank you, Jesus, for coming to earth to save us from our sin. Thank you for being our Emmanuel, God with us!

And I'm singing Silent Night because it fits so well with one of my favorite Christmas poems. It’s called Mary’s Song and it’s written by my friend Luci Shaw. And it goes like this:

“Blue homespun and the bend of my breast, keep warm this small hot naked star, now fallen to my arms. (Rest . . .you who have had so far to come.) Now nearness satisfies the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps, whose eyelids have not closed before. His breath (so slight it seems no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps to sprout a world. Charmed by doves’ voices, the whisper of straw, he dreams, hearing no music from his other spheres.

Breath, mouth, ears, eyes he is curtailed who overflowed all skies, all years. Older than eternity, now he is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailed to my poor planet, caught that I might be free, blind in my womb to know my darkness ended,
brought to this birth for me to be new-born, and for him to see me mended I must see him torn.”

What is my response to that wonderful poem? Well, it’s straight out of 1 John chapter 3, “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” That God should suffer and die in order to make us His own. Well, it’s what makes this Christmas Eve the most special of days! From all of us at "Joni and Friends," have a wonderful Christmas Eve and tomorrow morning wake up celebrating the Lord. Merry, merry Christmas!

© Joni and Friends

 

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