In the hustle and bustle, the maddening mayhem, the crisis of last minute lists, pause the soul to rest for the king is here! He’s come, this babe in a feeding trough whispering peace be still to every heart journeying near. Weary? Downcast? All out of hope? Come to Bethlehem. There is peace and joy, hope and this Christmas hymn sung through the ages lives on:
And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low, who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow, look now! for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing. O rest beside the weary road, and hear the angels sing!
Our King has come, not as one strong and mighty, but as a frail and fragile infant. He knows, He understands exactly where you are friend. He has been there and the God who set the stars in space, spoke into existence light and living things becomes flesh for us. Bask in this gift. We are loved, infinitely loved beyond what we can ask or think. Believe in the One who saves, who offers His life for you and live, live in the Love sent so long ago.