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We
would like to take
this opportunity to wish all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
for 2002/03.
But...
Let
us not allow ourselves to forget what the true meaning
of Christmas is really all about...
It
is NOT
just a time for shopping and sharing gifts....
It is NOT
a
time for drinking and parties....
It is NOT
just a time to eat and rest....
But
Rather....
It
is a time to reflect on what God really did for us.
To thank Him for a wonderful gift of love....
His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, who was born of a
virgin, in a manger, to live amongst us and wash away
our sin.
As told in Matthew 1:23
"The virgin will be with child and will give
birth to a Son, and they will call Him Immanuel,"
which means, "God with us."
Do
we really know the true meaning of Christ's birth?
Below is a beautiful poem, asking us that question.
Forgotten
Son
(By Frances
Armstrong)
How sad it is for me to see,
My children when they ignore Me.
I gave them life from the very start;
there should be room for Me within their heart.
I gave them life a second time,
why do they still remain so blind?
I gave My only begotten Son,
so you and I could become as one.
I
sent My Son to set you free,
Not just to make a day of glee.
You celebrate His birth each year,
your spirit rejoicing as it draws near.
You give fancy gifts and feasts galore,
still no one hears Him knocking at the door.
Even
children that claim My name,
Most of them are just the same.
Oh, I know that some of them would say,
Of course! "I know the meaning of Christmas
Day."
Then you put Me out of your minds,
Till you need Me again in troubled times.
Friends
and family might believe this to be true,
That Christmas means all the right things to you.
But your Heavenly Father knows all the time,
what thoughts dwell within your mind.
Is My Son your first thought on Christmas Day,
When you awake, do you find time to pray?
If the Bible and gifts were set side by side,
would you read My Word, and put the gifts aside?
As
for the children I gave onto you,
would they understand any better than you?
If the Bible were lying under the tree,
would they reach for it and shout with glee?
No, I'm afraid when all is done,
you would have all forgotten, My Son.
Among the gifts and fancy wrappings under the tree,
The Book of My Word remains forgotten,
like my Son and Me.
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