rancherwriterpoet

The Highest of Heavens

Some of you may have noticed that I have been absent from cyberspace. I apologize. It has been extremely busy around “This Old House” what with remodeling, etc. However a friend remarked that I should “get a hankering” to explore the truth about the greatest gift for all humanity. thanks, Jackie, for reminding me.

The Highest of Heavens 

“Can you not see the irony of this?

This child- -a king-? Born in Bethlehem?

Is this some form of mockery?

I… am Herod the Great,

I… am the ruler of this land.

Seek him out if you must,

But I am king, not He.” 

 

And the Lord God Almighty said,

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are too small to be among the army groups from Judah, from you will come one who will rule Israel for me. He comes from very old times, from days long ago.” Micah 5:2

 

In the highest of heavens,

Even, the heavens above the heavens,

The Most High

Sits on the glorious throne of the Lord God Almighty.

In the beginning

And from your splendid throne

You Were…

 

Before light was bright …

Before the assemblage of cosmic matter…

Before endless space came into being…

You Were…

 

Before time became measurable…

Before humanity even breathed a single breath…

You Were…

 

Before nothing …

You Were…

 

And even before all of this, my name…,

MY NAME…! was on your lips,

And my soul… MY SOUL!  was on your mind.

 

And in that highest of heavens, 

at your right hand sat the Plan for my soul.

You whispered my name,

He said, “I’ll go!”

 

Then from that highest of heavens,

Down through the endless space,

in His measured time,

Brushing aside cosmic matter to save humanity

As the True Light…

In flesh …He came…

 

And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.  John 1:14     

                                     

Today, we celebrate the physical birth of the Lord Jesus Christ. But it isn’t His birthday, neither is December the 25^th. We celebrate not the day He came, but that He Came. Some ask, is it real? I say, Oh, yes, His Birth was indeed real. He is real.

 Can you imagine God whispering to Jesus, the names of everyone ever created in His image even before the world existed?  God whispered your name…Then He came…

Merry Christmas