Has the pumpkin become passé? In these days of white snow and crimson decorations on greenery, we have cast aside the colors of autumn, thrown into the dump heap of yesterday’s decor.
But I like these two flames in the midst of winter. They stand like beacons proclaiming the end of one season, making way for the next one. Do you need light in these ever-darkening days of December?
Perhaps these blazing lights on improvised lampposts foretell the coming of a brighter Light, one that is ablaze for all eternity, a Light that vanquishes the dark forever and forever more. But the blackest darkness doesn’t reside in a remote field after sunset on a winter’s day, it resides in our hearts. Don’t deny it – you know it’s true. There’s only one kind of cure for that; Someone had to die. It’s not a pretty story, but it has the best kind of ending: His life for yours, His light penetrating your darkness, His righteous garments covering your shameful rags.
Now do you understand our joy at Advent?
Break forth, o beauteous heav’nly light,
And usher in the morning.
Ye shepherds shrink not with affright,
The day of grace is dawning.
This child though weak in infancy,
Our confidence and joy shall be,
The pow’r of Satan breaking,
Our peace with God now making.
Johann Rist
Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let earth receive her King!
Isaac Watts
This has been Monday Musings with Lynniebeemuseoday. It takes a mighty bit of musing to go from pumpkins to the Advent of Jesus Christ.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning while singing a joyful hymn. Join me! (In the hymn singing, not the deleting.)
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