Because many of us are now decorating our homes for Christmas I want to share something that I wrote long ago…..December 1986. As I was stringing lights upon our Christmas tree, I grabbed a pen and wrote the following……
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In our modern world, far removed from that glorious night when Christ was born, we have no star to guide us to His dwelling place. No physical star. Time even seems unwilling to protect the wonder, deity and miracle of this event. The world has substituted such glory for trash. The stars that are left are covered with the smog of man’s waste and the angelic sounds that proclaimed his birth are drowned out with electronic noise. Physical eyes strain to see the beauty of the sky that night though such beauty will never be seen again. But for the open heart…all would be lost. Scales are lifted from blind eyes and we are allowed to see and hear. A scarred hand gently takes dust and spittle and we are given spiritual sight. The plastic sights and metal sounds become different in the process and we see beyond the ugly to the beautiful. God gave us a physical light that night to mark a birth of spiritual light. His followers still see His star……..

Long ago, a star marked
a manger where the Light was born.
The Light grew and became
more beautiful…and men followed it..
as the Wise Men followed the star.
But the world was not willing
to receive such beauty or love
and plotted and schemed
until they hung the Light upon a tree.

Each year we remember so great a love
and His birth…
And I place lights upon a tree
to remember His coming…
and death…
And that He died for me.

Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther