A classic from my first writings that I put into my Hallmark card category – seemingly light and it was of LIGHT but not “light” of a flippant nature – my brain was really searching for whether I believed in Jesus – for me. I know exactly how I was questioning and the last sentence here is crucial… I know that within one month time, I tearfully said YES to Jesus. I pray we are seed planters of LIGHT. God will grow our faith at the right time.
God lights a Christmas Bug Light for us! Come Home bugs!
God bugs us until we listen and learn – be bugged – be HIS.
Christmas Bug, 31Dec2014
I caught a bug this Christmas
But NOT the viral kind
I caught a bug this Christmas
Of a LIGHT that always shines.
I assembled a manger scene,
one in my mind,
Filled with friends that fit the bill, of every shape and kind.
Here is my Joseph, adoptive loving Dad
who took pause, raised a very fine lad.
Here is my Mary, labored a King.
but she will lose Him come 33 spring.
Angels came excitedly from all around,
flutteringly exclaiming: “Go to the baby, He must be found”
Shepherds watched by night
And all day…they saw the LIGHT.
Kings, scholars all brought him gifts
Broken families healed their rifts.
Here came a woman sick with fear
A comfort healing we pray is near.
In my own manger, my friends are near
So many I hold so very dear.
Praying for such pain relief
Praying for superhero eternal peace.
That first manger scene now moves on
Discipled masses soon caught on.
Temple scholars would find pause,
a young Savior tests His cause.
The fish, the loaves, water into wine.
fishing for men time after time.
Healing, teaching, demons quiver,
Sinners schooled – they’ve found favor.
So later came the mobs,
the mobs who tore him down,
Tried to rob him of his holy crown.
“Crucify him” they all would cry
Scoff at him, beat him
And watch him die.
Dark clouds overhead
A worldly dread.
How could they know
His death a GIFT.
A rainbow PROMISE fulfilled,
An Easter people thrilled.
That God gave his only Son,
so our sins would be undone.
Some praise Him, some shun Him, some cast him out
some witnesses still have doubt.
Disappearing sickness and strife, heaven-bound hearts set free…
But still we doubt, we cannot see.
We ask, we pray – we wonder “Is He for me?”
Debbie Upper 