As the holiday season brings most things except the remembrance of the Holy Days they used to be, I wrote a poem to put things in perspective. Enjoy.
The carefree days of childhood
gone now except in foggy memory
reminds me of family’s faith
No store-bought gifts
replace the joy of love or
the laughter of grace,
all wrapped together in the
multi-colored paper of
topped with a bow called
Not forgotten so
never forgetting the way
Love made a Way
the season itself is a
gift of remembering;
and in that thankful remembering,
a way of life.
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She Kept On Not Leaving
“A prophetess, Anna. . .was a widow until she was eighty-four. She never left the temple but worshiped night and day” – Luke 2:36-37
I’ve been preparing for a series of Christmas sermons, and one of those will be on Anna, the prophet who saw the child Jesus at His dedication in the Temple. All day this one particular phrase has bothered me– “she never left the temple.”
Here’s a woman who has been a widow for more years than I’ve been alive, yet she never left the temple. She never fell away or became faithless. She could have given up on God because she was a widow after only seven years of marriage, perhaps feeling neglected by God and society. She could have turned her back on her religion because life wasn’t turning out as she hoped. She could have shouted, “It MUST be someone’s fault. I’ll blame it on God! That’ll teach Him.” But she didn’t. She chose never to leave the temple.
In the Greek language this literally means, “She kept on not leaving.” She wasn’t too lazy to head for the door; she intentionally and actively engaged in not leaving the presence of God. Have you ever had a visitor to your house who “kept on not leaving”? Continue Reading