Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

ZEPHANIAH:

He was a prophet around 625 B.C. in the Kingdom of Judah.  He apparently was of noble birth and was key in preparing the people for a revival that later came under King Josiah. Like most of the prophetic books, it centers around coming judgement for the people's disobedience and worship of other Gods. 

Another theme is acknowledgement of those that are meek and humble
Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, you who do what he commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the Lord's anger. (2:3)
...because I will remove from this city those who rejoice in their pride. Never again will you be haughty on my holy hill. But I will leave within you the meek and humble, who trust in the name of the Lord. (3:11-12) 

REVELATION 15:

Seven angels appear who are responsible for the final and last plagues on the earth. They held harps and sang the "song of Moses"
"Great and marvelous are your deeds, Lord God Almighty. Just and true are your ways, King of the ages. Who will not fear you, O Lord, and bring glory to your name? For you alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before you, for your righteous acts have been revealed."(15:3-4) 

JOURNAL:

Here it is Christmas Eve, my family all still asleep and I know this time tomorrow morning they will be itching to open presents, wait, I'm sure we will be well into the gift opening by this point.  I can still remember the excitement as a kid.  It all was so magical.  The anticipation of gifts and the joy of family and grandparents, good food all wrapped into one day. 

Reading this morning I am reminded of the hope that it all represents. It is the hope and the reality of Christ.  A couple of years ago I came across this video and song by Mac Powell (lyrics and video below). It gets me every time I watch it...to see the hope and joy in the humble yet powerful presence of Christ reminds me of what is truly important and what it really is all about.


When Love Sees You


Blessed are you as you weep on your knees

With perfume and tears washing over My feet

And blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind

Calling for mercy when I'm passing by

Blessed are you, shaking your head
At two tiny fish and some bread
And blessed are you as you tremble and wait
For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace


Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you

Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you


Blessed are you, walking on waves

To find yourself sinking when you look away

Blessed are you, leper, standing alone

The fear on their faces is all that you've known
Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave
Your last shiny coin to Yahweh
Blessed are you with your silver and lies
Kissing the One who's saving your life


Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you

Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you


I see what I made in your mother's womb

And I see the day I fell in love with you

I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance

I see My Father's fingerprints
I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came
I came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you

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