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the 5th Day of Christmas

On the fifth day of Christmas my True Love gave to me, five broken dreams, four upset parents, three gifts from wisemen, two speaking prophets, and a great big herd of bleating, dumb sheep.

Our Light has Come!  One of the hardest songs to sing from the Incredible Moment cantata, but the words in this song gave me absolute chills!  
We have seen the Messiah (our deliverer & Savior!), Promised One (He is FAITHFUL!), Mighty God (He can't be shaken, overthrown, overpowered, blind-sided, nor overwhelmed!), Prince of Peace (He's not the ruler of chaos! That is so comforting!), Heaven's Son! Our Light has come!
 Do ever wonder the depths of God's disappointment with us?  Oh, we often think about our disappointments with Him when things don't go as we think they ought, but do we ever think about it in reverse? If I spent my time and energy on a quilt, and it turned around and cut up its stitches, allowing the batting (the stuffing) to fall out, I would be quite irate!  And yet so many times that's what I've done with God. I look at His plan, His creation, and then I ignore His rulebook and try to make things work my way. Is it any wonder that things fall apart?
I will never know on this side of heaven the depths of God's sadness, frustration, and anger at his creation (and I may not even grasp it on the other side, either!) We know he was unhappy enough in the Garden to stop Adam & Eve from obtaining eternal life in their present form. We know He regretted creating earth's humans at the time of the flood, and He was angry enough with His chosen people in the wilderness that had Moses not intervened He would have destroyed them as well. We know Christ wept at the death of Lazarus, and some people speculate that He didn't weep then until He saw the people wailing and the depravity of mankind.  We know when Christ looked upon Jerusalem that He was heartbroken for it. And yet, despite it all, God sacrificed a part of Himself to correct what we messed up.
Broken dreams, broken hearts, broken souls...that is what Christ came to fix.  (Matthew 9:11-13)  As I so often allow the cares of this world to pull me down, I also get excited when I'm reminded that I have a hope and a future...because my light has come!
p.s. and I recognize there are WAY more than 5 broken dreams in this world, but it seemed to fit!



 

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Lydia said…
I know I haven't commented much- but I am loving all these posts!

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