Perfect Timing

Could’ve been June when light lingers longest, but Christmas comes at the darkest time of the year.

Perfect timing.

This weekend sparkled with Gordon’s magnificent Christmas Gala,  annual tree lighting at Old Nugent Farm and last night’s Procession with Carols for Advent at our church.

All scheduled on my calendar but often God’s best gifts show up unannounced, yet, perfectly timed.

Driving home from church, I turned on the radio,  mercifully catching the final notes of, It’s a Holly Jolly Christmas.  What followed stunned me, an instrumental version of A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, nothing overtly Christmassy about it.   Majestic sound filled my car and heart with the Presence most needed, God’s, interrupting Holly Jolly  with Holy Holy.

Why this hymn,  out of season and place on a secular radio station,  dutifully interrupting commercials with Christmas songs?

We matter to God.

Christmas matters.

It’s left me wondering who chose the music yesterday, interrupting the inane with the inspired? Since it was instrumental, God’s Spirit spoke without words. After another commercial,  came, Angels We Have Heard On High.

For a few moments, the truth of Christmas played Itself, a reminder of the One wall our world needs, the fortress of our God.

A mighty Fortress is our God, a Bulwark never failing; Our Helper He amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.

and

Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;

No wonder angels can’t stop singing,

Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing.  Come adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord, the newborn King. 

Glory to God in the highest,  to the One who bends low, bringing Bethlehem within reach of  all who long for a never failing Bulwark, a Helper, amid the flood of mortal ills.

Christ Jesus, it is He.

 

 

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