Born to Die

Born to Die

Emanuel, God is with us. This was Act One of God's love toward us. He broke the barrier of time and space to come here from eternity to be the perfect sacrifice for our sins (you know, those evil intentions we have no matter how good we think we are). But a theatre never closes on the first act.

Act Two is the death on... the cross. The miracles, the healings, the teachings were nice but the Sacrifice was the purpose of the Birth.

Act Three is raising from the dead to reaffirm to us He is the One True God who has the power over life, death, and time.

So, if He came through on those promises, why not do the same for everything else He said? So, when we tear open our gifts today, think of the Baby Born Whose Body would be torn so we would never receive the punishment due us. As we bag up the wrapping and boxes to toss them away, think of the Baby Born to rest in a grave thirty-three years later so we can rest with the Father for eternity. As we lose our zeal and appreciation for the splendid Gift of the Baby Born, know this: His body does not occupy a landfill like our earthly gifts of Christmas past because He lives! He reigns in Heaven loving on us and waiting for more to accept Him as Lord and King.

Merry Blessed Day
The Lord came to clean our wretched way!

--Watson Prunier, SOC

Breathless

Have you ever had those moments when you were totally incapable of speech when you beheld something really beautiful? I am not just talking about the external only, I also mean when the inside can reflect what is on the outside. Your mind races with so many things to say but your mouth never can materialize the very words you wish to share. You stare and don't stare because you know you would look, say or act completely foolish. With Christmas so glamourized, I often see a side of this season that really offends me and makes me sick. However, I will always appreciate those brief moments when the Lord will bless me with an opportunity to behold the beauty in His creation. I am speechless at this point, but also thankful for the opportunity. Have you had a breathless moment lately?

Giving Credit

My voice has finally recovered from a play in which I performed this Sunday. I was not using a microphone so I had to project very strong. I was scream, laughing and my voice was ruined on Monday. Thank God for tea! So, I have to give extra credit to those performers who do this on a daily basis!

I am not alone!

I am always excited to find other intelligent "Caucasianally-Challenged" people. Knowing that the number of us who have excelled beyond the thug-running, education-starved, drug-infested images portrayed for Blacks. I think you will enjoy her contributions to the blogisphere. She also has a radio show.

Lisa Fritsch