T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - EVERYDAY!

by Judith A. Brumbaugh

Christmas has quickly come and gone. One thing the LORD really impressed upon me was that this man-made celebration, which we call CHRISTmas, should be within our heart every day of the year. As I was thinking on this, I walked out of my garage and noticed a beautiful large poinsettia which has been been there for many years, giving a special blessing at Christmas time when its leaves turn from green to red. Looking at the leaves - most of them now red, I thought about the miracle of this plant’s changing of colors and the timing of its transformation at this time of the year that has been chosen to celebrate our Saviour’s birthday. As you ponder this miracle, think about the words in the poem written below, and examine for yourself if, even tonight, you might fall into the category of one who was too busy today, yesterday or most days, to spend time with the LORD. Don’t wait until you cannot build a relationship with Jesus Christ. Many feel they are too busy now, but guess what, we will most likely be thinking the same way a year from now. It's a matter of personal choice.

Are You Ready For Jesus to Visit Your Home?

T'was the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were laid on the shelf without care,
In hope that Jesus would not come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

When out of the east there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

The light of His face made me cover my head -
It was Jesus! Returning, just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand,
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When He said, “It’s not here,” my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready, He rose without a sound,
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!
Author Unknown

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - EVERYDAY!

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