Archive for December, 2015

My 5-year-old granddaughter, Grace, was asked to be Mary in their church’s Christmas program this year. There were about 50 children who would be singing carols and then as the Christmas story was read, Joseph and she would come out, carrying the baby Jesus (a doll of course). She, Joseph, the angels, the shepherds would all have their places.

Unfortunately the rehearsal had not been clear enough, so when Grace came out carrying the baby Jesus she didn’t know where to go. Seeing the children all up on the risers singing, she joined them.

My daughter was trying to get a picture of her, but the place where Grace had found to stand was right behind a boy much taller then herself.

“Was Grace sad or worried that you couldn’t see her?” I asked my daughter.

And here it came.

“Oh no”, my daughter explained”, I was trying to get a picture and then I saw her hands lifting up the baby Jesus so I could see Him.”

My spirit heard the truth of that simple action.

“It’s OK if you can’t see me as long as you know He is here, as long as you see Him.”

My friends, so much of our effort to “carry Jesus” at Christmas and throughout the year, often seems thwarted. our best intentions don’t turn out well.

We can become confused and feel lost in the distractions and not sure of how we are to be placed on the stages of our stories. We end up “behind the tall boy”, feeling unseen and rather useless.

The picture of my little Grace holding up Jesus has been my Christmas gift from the Lord this year, and this has become my prayer:

“Oh Lord, it doesn’t matter if anyone see me, or if they think I am doing my part well. Hide me if You need to, only let them see You. Let me be like Grace, let me see that my main part in the play is not to be seen, but to be content that others would see You.”

Oh my friends, can you hear Him?

“And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.” John 12:32

Emmanuel, God is with us.                                                                                          Merry Christmas,                                                                                                            Beverly


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