“Permit them to Come Unto Me”
It’s Christmas Eve, and this is not the day to talk about politics, it’s a day to tell the ones we love, just HOW much they mean to us…to go to a church, even if you usually don’t, and to think of Jesus, and his teachings…whether you think he was the son of God or not.
I’m taking today and tomorrow off…Of COURSE! Like everyone…I can’t wait to spend time with my little family.
You know, I think God wanted me to post this little poem: I am in the process of doing an inventory of all my books, and I came upon this poem just by sheer accident today. It made me think of all the babies that have died before their time, (like the ones in Newtown, and my dear friend Doug Powers who lost his own dear angel so long ago) and all the parent’s who love their children, how their love never dies.
It also is a great example for men…Jesus picks up the child and puts them on his lap. As amfortas has told us, nowadays a man, who is not the father of a young child, would probably be ostracized harshly for putting a child on his lap, unless he was pretending to be Santa Claus.
But the main reason I love this poem, is it shows the REAL point of Christ: The mother took her “heavy heart” and it was lifted. And so, this is the true miracle of faith. If you have faith in a power higher than yourself, life, and it’s hardships, are much easier to bear. Really, it’s a no-brainer.
So, Nobody Says—May You all have a Merry Christmas! God bless us all…and Tiny Tim too!
Christ and the Little Ones
“The Master has come over Jordan.” Said Hannah the mother one day:
“He is healing the people who throng Him, with a touch of His finger they say.
“And now I shall carry the children, Little Rachel and Samuel and John,
I shall carry the baby Esther, For the Lord to look upon.”
The father looked at her kindly, but he shook his head and smiled:
“Now who but a doting mother would think of a thing so wild?”
“If the children were tortured by demons, or dying of fever, ’twere well:
Or had they the taint of the leper, like many in Israel.”
“Nay, do not hinder me, Nathan, I feel such a burden of care; If I carry it to the Master,
Perhaps I shall leave it there.
“If He lay His hand on the children, my heart will be lighter, I know.
For a blessing for ever and ever, will follow them as they go.”
So over the hills of Judah, Along by the vine rows green,
With Esther asleep on on her bosom, and Rachel her brothers between:
‘Mid the people who hung on HIs teaching, or waited His touch and His word,
Through the row of proud Pharisees listening she pressed to the feet of the Lord.
“Now why shouldst thou hinder the Master,” Said Peter, “with children like these?”
Seest not how from morning to evening He teacheth and healeth disease?”
Then Christ said “Forbid not the children, permit them to come unto me!”
And HE took in HIs arms little Esther, and Rachel He sat on His knee:
And the heavy heart of the mother was lifted all earth care above,
as HE laid His hand on the brothers, and blest them with holiest love.
As He said of the babes in His bosom, “Of such are the Kingdom of Heaven”–
And strength for all duty, and trial that hour to her spirit was given.