At this time of the year, the world and Christians in particular stop, gather and give praise and thanks to the baby Jesus.
We thank Him for love, life and the hope of glory. That little baby was God's gift to humanity that through Him we would be able to go home and be with the Lord someday.
No as we grow older, the days grow shorter, and the pain gets stronger, I think we all realize that we can not do or think like we used to. I don't know about all of you, but don't you get that longing deep down in your soul to go home?
I think back to when I used to play in the yard with my friends, even before there were telephones in our house, then from the back porch my father would call out ............."Come on home son, it's supper time".
Some of my fondest memories revolve around supper time. My mom and dad along with the other kids eating and talking. Saying please and thanks and most of all my dad saying the prayer of thanks. Now for me, and I am speaking only for me,
this is the time of year when time has woven a realization of truth to me and that is when that grown up little baby in a manger, has now, as a glorified man, mounted HIs white horse and comes through the portals of glory and says .................
"Come on home my child, it is supper time".
Then we who are believers in that little baby Jesus, will gather around the supper table in heaven with our heavenly Father!!
Praise the Lord Jesus Christ, the king of glory and Saviour of all humanity.
Happy Jesus birthday to all of you!
Major
We thank Him for love, life and the hope of glory. That little baby was God's gift to humanity that through Him we would be able to go home and be with the Lord someday.
No as we grow older, the days grow shorter, and the pain gets stronger, I think we all realize that we can not do or think like we used to. I don't know about all of you, but don't you get that longing deep down in your soul to go home?
I think back to when I used to play in the yard with my friends, even before there were telephones in our house, then from the back porch my father would call out ............."Come on home son, it's supper time".
Some of my fondest memories revolve around supper time. My mom and dad along with the other kids eating and talking. Saying please and thanks and most of all my dad saying the prayer of thanks. Now for me, and I am speaking only for me,
this is the time of year when time has woven a realization of truth to me and that is when that grown up little baby in a manger, has now, as a glorified man, mounted HIs white horse and comes through the portals of glory and says .................
"Come on home my child, it is supper time".
Then we who are believers in that little baby Jesus, will gather around the supper table in heaven with our heavenly Father!!
Praise the Lord Jesus Christ, the king of glory and Saviour of all humanity.
Happy Jesus birthday to all of you!
Major
