Christmas Eve, December 24

SOMEONE IS HERE

Luke 2: 1-20

     Let us praise our Maker, Who has placed us here, but says, “You are not here alone.”  Emmanuel is our True Companion’s name, and He has proven to be “God with us,” with no break in the promise.  As it says in Matthew 28:20…”Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”

     On that cold December night, as the “Gift” was placed in the manger, the all-knowing “I Am” parted with His dearest possession.  He had someone on His mind and a plan in His heart.  A desire deep within, said, “I must save the fallen,” for who else can be saved?  And who else can know true tender Love Himself?  Only the fallen can humbly crawl to His throne and cry, “I am here.”  Looking up, those fallen eyes are lifted, and gratefully cry, “He is here.” 

     As the hymn says, “The world is ever near,” so I believe our Jesus is ever nearer.  As there are muddy potholes and traps to make the “washed ones” trip, so I believe there is a Hand to hold.  Falling is of the past, and forgiveness is for now…”For unto you is born this day…a Savior which is Christ the Lord.”

     On September 27^th, at 7:15am, I received a call from Michigan.  The voice on the receiver was my mother’s, and it said, “Bop’s gone.”  Bop was one of my favorite people in the world—he was my grandfather.  When the angels and chariots came for him that rainy morning, we on earth heard, “Bop’s gone.”  Beyond the gates, where the streets are all gold, they must have shouted with tear-filled love, “Bop’s home, he’s here!”

     So, I pour all this from my heart to say this—when we come in prayer and die before the Throne, breathing the last of the impure human life we once called sweet, the Father, adopting us, cries, “She’s home, she’s here!”  The old dies; the new lives.  There will be a day when there are no more potholes and traps along the way, and no more sea to drown weary travelers. (Rev. 21:1)  But until then, we trust the Maker of the trail, as He was the first one to sojourn it.  Sometimes distressed and sometimes calm, we cry with definite assurance, “He is here!”

~ Kara Heather Warren