Plug.
No need to go to Australia. Hillsong’s Reuben Morgan is here, June 11! Lead composer of Hillsong Praise and Worship, Reuben Morgan will surely lead us to worship God with his songs “Lord, I give you my heart”, “Still”, “Jesus Generation”, etc.
See you there.
Sa Enchanted Kingdom pa rin.
Johann, Mommy and Daddy
It all happened in a moment, a most remarkable moment.
As moments go, that one appeared no different than any other. But in reality, that particular moment was like none other. For through that segment of time a spectacular thing occurred. God became a man. While the creatures of earth walked unaware, Divinity arrived. Heaven opened herself and placed her most precious one in a human womb.
God as a fetus. Holiness sleeping in a womb. The creator of life being created.
God was given eyebrows, elbows, two kidneys, and a spleen. He stretched against the walls and floated in the amniotic fluids of his mother.
God had come near.
He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. The hands that first held him were unmanicured, calloused, and dirty.
No silk. No ivory. No hype.
Were it not for the shepherds, there would have been no reception. And were it not for a group of star-gazers, there would have been no gifts.
To think of Jesus in such a light is-well, it seems almost irreverent, doesn’t it? It’s not something we like to do; it’s uncomfortable. It is much easier to keep the humanity out of the incarnation. Clean the manure from around the manger. Wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Pretend he never snored or blew his nose or hit his thumb with a hammer.
But don’t do it. For heaven’s sake, don’t. Let him be as human as he intended to be. Let him into the mire and muck of our world. For only if we let him in can he pull us out.
from God Came Near
Max Lucado
In the midst of my hectic schedule, all I can do is wish.
Here’re some topics that I wish I can write about: