December 23, 2023
The Perfect Gift
People run around this time of year looking for that perfect gift for each person on their list. It is great to celebrate Christmas with our loved ones. We make many great memories to cherish.
The greatest gift ever given to mankind is salvation through Jesus. His gift is sadly ignored by millions.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life” – John 3:16
I remember a television ad that said “The gift that keeps on giving”. Jesus is truly is the gift that keeps on giving. He saves our souls, He walks with us, He protects us, and one day He will welcome us into Heaven.
“As James 1:17 describes, God is the perfect giver. “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
This Christmas may we remember the reason for our celebration. May we glorify our Heavenly Father in song and prayer.
Pray for Israel. Pray for lost souls.
Lyrics to It Came Upon A Midnight Clear.
It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heaven’s all-gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o’er its Babel sounds
The blessèd angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.
And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.