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The Meaning of Christmas

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On December 25, millions of people will celebrate Christmas.  Christmas day is the celebration of the birth of the Christ child, yet many of those who celebrate this day do not recognize themselves as believers.  To them, it is just a day to open gifts, eat, drink, and take part in the festivities.  To those who do believe, they recognize the fact that Jesus truly is “the reason for the season”.

This holiday season, I would like to challenge everyone who celebrates Christmas to reflect upon the true meaning of the day.  It doesn’t matter how many gifts you give or receive.  It doesn’t matter if you have the perfect tree or the prettiest decorated house on your block.

What matters is the love you share with others.  Christ was love incarnate.  When Christ was born, love was born in human form.  Because of Him, we have the capacity to love and be loved.  Because of Him, we have an example of what the meaning of true love is all about.

Love is sacrifice, and being empathetic to the cares of those around you.  Love is sharing in the joy of others.  Love is also sharing in the sorrow of others.  Love means stepping outside of yourself for a time so that you can see others more clearly.

Christmas is not about giving presents.  Christmas is about giving yourself to others.  Christmas is not about giving to those who already have more than they need.  Christmas is about giving to those who have little or nothing.  Christmas is about sharing the ultimate gift with others, the gift of Jesus Christ.  With Him, all things are possible.  With Him, there is no fear.  With Him, there is love in its purest form.  Take the time this season to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas…God’s greatest gift to humanity…His son, Jesus Christ.Image

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December 1, 2013 at 5:30 pm

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Speak, God

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Speak, God,

for I no longer trust my own words,

and the words of others

are like a loud clamoring in my head

that never reveals the truth.

 

Listen, God,

for the words I speak

fall on the deafness

that surrounds me,

and they soon become

nothing more

than syllables drifting

on a breeze.

 

Help, God,

for I am helpless on my own.

Nothing I say or do

puts me on the right path.

I get lost

in the selfish greed 

that surrounds me.

 

Give me peace, God,

for on my own,

there is no peace to be found.

I feel like a lamb

being stalked by wolves.

There is no rest for me.

Even in my sleep

I cry.

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February 2, 2013 at 1:01 am

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His Unseen Hand

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When I succumb to the Light,

pen in hand moves effortlessly

as He flows

through this broken vessel,

turning pain into promise

and tears into healing rain.

 

My words stumble about

like a drunken Poe,

and all clarity is lost

without the guidance

of His  unseen hand.

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February 2, 2013 at 12:56 am

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Love

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Love has spilled its seed numerous times

over this fertile ground,

and the clamor of church bells

often gave way to angry demons,

for such is love.

Human hands cannot handle

that which is God sent.

We smash it, trash it,

mold it to make it our own

until all we have is an unshapely blob

consumed in a flame

not of God’s choosing.

 

Love, the highest calling

which causes us to leap from cliffs

only to be broken on the rocky shore.

Love, which causes both angels to sing

and demons to dance.

Love, what we spend our lives searching for

yet never fully realize 

until that final breath

that takes us home to God.

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February 2, 2013 at 12:47 am

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Finding the Strength Within

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Life is filled with the unexpected.  Rising to the challenge brings out the inner strength that we often had no idea we even had.  When my husband took his life a few months ago, I had absolutely no idea of the difficulties that would be before me.  I thought I would just have the emotional pain of the great loss I had suffered to deal with.  I had no idea of the financial downward spiral I would be in.  I had no idea of the survivor’s guilt that would plaque me.  I had no idea of the nightmares that would keep me awake every night…or the beautiful signs from above that life goes on…even after death.  I had no idea that I would feel like a completely different person due to my loss.  For the first time in my 33 year marriage I completely understood “the two shall become one”.  Since my husband has gone, I feel like a half a person walking around.  I feel like a part of me is missing.  I have an irreplaceable void inside of me.  I look at the sky a lot and wonder if he is looking down at me.  I want to see him, be with him.  For the first time, the thought of dying doesn’t seem scary to me, because I know I will see him again.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not suicidal.  I love life too much.  But when the day comes that God calls me home, I won’t be scared or sad.  I’ll get to see my husband again.

Until that day, I move forward.  I’m trying to sell our home of 28 years.  It makes me sad to let it go.  There are so many memories there.  Most of my life was spent in that house.  I go there now and although it is empty, I still hear the laughter of the kids when they were little.  I can hear my husband laughing.  I can see our last day together so clearly.  We danced in the kitchen to Elton John’s “Crocodile Rock”…acting silly and laughing.  He made me lunch…a turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread with mayo and tomato.  He gave me a belated Christmas gift…a beautiful red sweater and a nightshirt.  We sat on the sofa and he lay down and put his head in my lap.  I gently rubbed the top of his balding head with my hands…something he always found very soothing.  Before I left, we hugged each other for a long time, and gave each other a kiss.  

You see, we were separated, and this spontaneous visit to see my husband was the last time we would ever spend together.  At the time I didn’t know that.  All I knew was that while I was out driving that day, I felt compelled to go by the house and see him.  I tried to fight the feeling, but it was so strong I thought I should pay attention.  I am so glad that I did.  It was our last time together and it was a happy time together.

Four months later, he took his life.  A part of me went with him, and I will never be the same.  I am finding an inner strength, however, that is new to me.  I am a survivor.  I always have been.  I will survive this, and life will be beautiful to me again someday.  Until then, I am taking life one day at a time….one moment at a time…

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November 13, 2012 at 9:34 pm

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To Bob

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The world has changed
since you’ve gone.
I greet the morning
and feel an emptiness
that cuts through me like a knife.
I wake at night,
tears running down my face…
for in my dreams you are beside me.

When I awake, I am all alone.
I drive in my car,
and can’t stop looking at the sky.
I look up and wonder
if you are looking down at me.
A part of me wishes I could float
on a billowy cloud and find you.
I walk the empty halls of our home
and I can still hear the laughter
that we shared.
For some reason, all of the unhappy times
have vanished from my mind.
All I see is you, me, and the kids
laughing, acting silly, and having fun.
I remember every sweetness,
every tender touch,
every kindness that you gave to me.
Nobody has ever loved me like you.
Nobody has ever accepted me like you.
Nobody has ever taken care of me like you.
I can’t imagine anyone else ever will.
You loved me unconditionally.
I didn’t have to fit into a certain mold.
Sometimes the mold I wanted you to fit in
was too difficult for you,
And I feel bad that I was lacking,
unable to accept your mood swings.
I loved you.
I still love you.
Knowing that perhaps you thought otherwise
haunts me.
Knowing you felt lonely and hopeless
haunts me.
You were my love,
my soulmate, 
my best friend.
My life will never be the same.

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August 14, 2012 at 12:24 am

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To Bob

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The world has changed
since you’ve gone.
I greet the morning
and feel an emptiness
that cuts through me like a knife.
I wake at night,
tears running down my face…
for in my dreams you are beside me.

When I awake, I am all alone.
I drive in my car,
and can’t stop looking at the sky.
I look up and wonder
if you are looking down at me.
A part of me wishes I could float
on a billowy cloud and find you.
I walk the empty halls of our home
and I can still hear the laughter
that we shared.
For some reason, all of the unhappy times
have vanished from my mind.
All I see is you, me, and the kids
laughing, acting silly, and having fun.
I remember every sweetness,
every tender touch,
every kindness that you gave to me.
Nobody has ever loved me like you.
Nobody has ever accepted me like you.
Nobody has ever taken care of me like you.
I can’t imagine anyone else ever will.
You loved me unconditionally.
I didn’t have to fit into a certain mold.
Sometimes the mold I wanted you to fit in
was too difficult for you,
And I feel bad that I was lacking,
unable to accept your mood swings.
I loved you.
I still love you.
Knowing that perhaps you thought otherwise
haunts me.
Knowing you felt lonely and hopeless
haunts me.
You were my love,
my soulmate, 
my best friend.
My life will never be the same.

Written by cherylawilliams

August 14, 2012 at 12:24 am

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