Thursday, December 12, 2013


“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” 1 Corinthians 13:12, NIV

I long for the day when I will hear all of my son’s thoughts.  For the time when he will be able to talk and tell me everything he is feeling and thinking.  That may not be until heaven unless God does a miracle but oh what a conversation that will be!  Just imagining it brings a huge smile to my face. 


And this Christmas season I’m thinking about how Jesus came here for us as a baby.  The God of the universe coming here at a baby for us!  Imagine.  Mary and Joseph seeing the Messiah face to face.  In this busy season that often if extra hard on our special needs loved ones because of all the changes in routine lest not forget what Christmas is all about.  I hope the poem below, in some small way, helps you to remember.


Imagine that beautiful new baby boy.

Ten tiny fingers and ten little toes…….

His mom and dad beam as His eyes shine bright—and

from the start He is their delight.  Though the surroundings

may smell of animals and hay, Jesus has that fabulous newborn

scent.  Imagine. As soon as He arrived on that day so long ago, someone

wanted to do Him harm.  Afraid of Jesus’ replacing Him, Kind Herod was.  The wise men

came asking, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews?  We saw his star and

wish to worship Him.”  Herod sent them to Bethlehem saying, “Go find Jesus, and when you do,

report to me so that I can go and worship Him too.”  Imagine.  Find Him the wise men did, and bowing low,

they gave baby Jesus their treasures…But God—of course!—knew Herod’s sinister plan, and warned them

to return by some other route.  And in a dream God spoke to Joseph saying, “Take Jesus and Mary away to

Egypt, to escape Herod’s wrath.”  Joseph did go…protecting Mary, and Jesus, so He could grow.  For now

our time is up but with this kind of start Imagine with me what the rest of Jesus’ story will be?

By Deb

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