The Night Christmas was born (A Christmas Poem)

Public Domain via Wiki-Commons

Public Domain via Wiki-Commons

“T’was the night before Christmas when all thro’ the house,”
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

This is the way Clement C. Moore’s poem reads;
It tells of St. Nick’s adventures on Christmas Eve.
Yet it was not Santa Claus who saved my soul,
Nor is it to St. Nick to whom my life is owed.

But it is to Jesus Christ, the Soon-Coming King
That I owe my life – my everything.
Let me share a different story with you,
It’s filled with adventure and presents too.

The hero is a child that was born to a virgin
Not a grander tale could be writ not even by Spurgeon!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the night that Christmas was born, all through the land,
Herod’s foot soldiers hurried in bands.
They searched for a boy child whose birth was foretold:
“He’s to be heralded by angels,” said the prophets of old.

It all began with Mary who was but a humble girl:
A virtuous virgin called out from the world.
An angel did visit and impart to her the news,
“God has chosen you to bless and to be used!”

Astonished, but believing, she accepted the call,
Thus on her one day the Holy Spirit did fall.
She was left with an anointing and gifted his seed
One that would grow and fulfill the Father’s decree.

To save the world with his death and endure its shame:
Immanuel, God with us, was his chosen name.
Joseph, a righteous man, did not know what to do;
He was betrothed to the virgin and would not have her misused.

An angel came to visit him in a vision, in a dream,
“Divorce is not the answer! Things are not as they seem.
Your betrothed is pure; she is wholly undefiled.
God chose her to be blessed; in Him you can rely.”

Joseph heeded the angel and by the Spirit he was led
To take Mary unto him and so, they were wed.
Time passed, as it does, and a Roman census was called,
“People of Jerusalem must be counted, one and all!”

So to Bethlehem Judea Joseph and Mary went
Only to find there were no rooms to be let.
The couple was left no choice but to stay in a barn;
They slept with the animals in the inn-keepers yard.

It was on this night Mary went into travail
Bringing forth the child that all men would hail:
As Savior, as King – God’s gift to the world.
In a manger he was placed and God’s plans unfurled.

Instructed to flee on that very same night,
Joseph arose quickly taking his family in flight
Toward Egypt, a distant and foreign land –
Far away from Herod’s murderous bands!

In Ramah, Rachel was heard crying, weeping – forlorn
For all the two year old males and babes newly born,
Were slaughtered down to the very last one.
The story of the Christ had truly begun.

Herod finally died and the family returned
To Bethlehem Judea where little Jesus learned
All that a Hebrew child should come to know.
In faith and power he waxed strong and did grow.

For thirty-three years Jesus dwelt among men:
Preaching, baptizing and exhorting man to repent.
His purpose was to save the dying and lost;
To reconcile the world unto him at all cost.

His life was only part of the Father’s gift to us.
By his stripes and his pain; by the blood that he lost;
By his death he made it possible for us to be born again.
It was in exchange for his life that we were freed from sin!

This season when you’re sitting around a roaring fire,
Telling your little ones stories to inspire
Set aside ‘The Night before Christmas’ in favor of this:
‘The Night Christmas was born’ and all will be blessed.

© Rebecca C. Wilcox 2012
All Rights Reserved

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A Mother Defined

Original Imaged by: Yogendra Joshi

Original Imaged by: Yogendra Joshi

Mother – as defined by my mother’s words and actions:

A Mother is the first to introduce you to God and encourages you to build your relationship with him continually.

She stands over you as you say your nightly prayers and corrects your words when you get them wrong (always with a gentle smile).

She teaches you to read from the children’s bible and tells you stories from it for bedtime pleasure, enduring your constant questions with forbearance and grace.

She hopes for the day you will grow and mature but dreads it too for she knows the pitfalls and trials that awaits you.

A Mother is someone who tells you you’re loved and means it. She firmly believes and will have you to believe that you are special and beautiful and oh so smart!

She hurts when you hurt. She cries with you, wipes your tears and then admonishes you to pull yourself together, to get up and go on.

She prays for you in the midnight hour after a full day of work and tending to your needs before she tends to her own.

She will stand between you and all harm even risking her life if she has to and she will do it without hesitation.

She sacrifices her time for your time, her money for your needs and her strength to strengthen you.

She laughs at your silly jokes. Pats your shoulder just because and smiles in delight when you come into her presence.

She forgives readily even when your childish behavior causes her pain. She doesn’t hold it against you.

She rebukes you when you’re wrong. Teaches you right from early on and leads by example whilst never taking the place of God.

She encourages your natural and spiritual growth. She never doubts your abilities and believes you can do anything (all things through Christ Jesus)!

She stays up late taking care of you when you’re sick. Her mind rests on you and your well-being when you grow up and leave the nest.

You are always on a Mother’s heart just as you’re always in the heart of the Father.

She reminds you of your blessings when you complain and wags her finger at you when you don’t give thanks.

As a Mother grows older she learns that it’s okay to lean on your shoulders too (but not without making sure she’s not ‘too much of a bother’).

God has been very good to me in giving me to you and He rewards me daily with your presence. You are my best friend (after God of course ;-)) and I cannot imagine being in a world that does not have you in it. Your life is a gift to me – this tiny post is mine to you.

A true Mother loves God first and passes on that love to her children – thus they will rise up and call her blessed. I am blessed to have a true Mother and I take this day to say – Happy Mother’s Day Mom. I love you so very much.

The Night Christmas was born (A Christmas Poem)

Public Domain via Wiki-Commons

“T’was the night before Christmas when all thro’ the house,”
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

This is the way Clement C. Moore’s poem reads;
It tells of St. Nick’s adventures on Christmas Eve.
Yet it was not Santa Claus who saved my soul,
Nor is it to St. Nick to whom my life is owed.

But it is to Jesus Christ, the Soon-Coming King
That I owe my life – my everything.
Let me share a different story with you,
It’s filled with adventure and presents too.

The hero is a child that was born to a virgin
Not a grander tale could be writ not even by Spurgeon!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the night that Christmas was born, all through the land,
Herod’s foot soldiers hurried in bands.
They searched for a boy child whose birth was foretold:
“He’s to be heralded by angels,” said the prophets of old.

It all began with Mary who was but a humble girl:
A virtuous virgin called out from the world.
An angel did visit and impart to her the news,
“God has chosen you to bless and to be used!”

Astonished, but believing, she accepted the call,
Thus on her one day the Holy Spirit did fall.
She was left with an anointing and gifted his seed
One that would grow and fulfill the Father’s decree.

To save the world with his death and endure its shame:
Immanuel, God with us, was his chosen name.
Joseph, a righteous man, did not know what to do;
He was betrothed to the virgin and would not have her misused.

An angel came to visit him in a vision, in a dream,
“Divorce is not the answer! Things are not as they seem.
Your betrothed is pure; she is wholly undefiled.
God chose her to be blessed; in Him you can rely.”

Joseph heeded the angel and by the Spirit he was led
To take Mary unto him and so, they were wed.
Time passed, as it does, and a Roman census was called,
“People of Jerusalem must be counted, one and all!”

So to Bethlehem Judea Joseph and Mary went
Only to find there were no rooms to be let.
The couple was left no choice but to stay in a barn;
They slept with the animals in the inn-keepers yard.

It was on this night Mary went into travail
Bringing forth the child that all men would hail:
As Savior, as King – God’s gift to the world.
In a manger he was placed and God’s plans unfurled.

Instructed to flee on that very same night,
Joseph arose quickly taking his family in flight
Toward Egypt, a distant and foreign land –
Far away from Herod’s murderous bands!

In Ramah, Rachel was heard crying, weeping – forlorn
For all the two year old males and babes newly born,
Were slaughtered down to the very last one.
The story of the Christ had truly begun.

Herod finally died and the family returned
To Bethlehem Judea where little Jesus learned
All that a Hebrew child should come to know.
In faith and power he waxed strong and did grow.

For thirty-three years Jesus dwelt among men:
Preaching, baptizing and exhorting man to repent.
His purpose was to save the dying and lost;
To reconcile the world unto him at all cost.

His life was only part of the Father’s gift to us.
By his stripes and his pain; by the blood that he lost;
By his death he made it possible for us to be born again.
It was in exchange for his life that we were freed from sin!

This season when you’re sitting around a roaring fire,
Telling your little ones stories to inspire
Set aside ‘The Night before Christmas’ in favor of this:
‘The Night Christmas was born’ and all will be blessed.

© Rebecca C. Wilcox 2012
All Rights Reserved