“His Advent”

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given:
and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and
his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The
mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of
Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace
there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and
upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with
judgment and with justice from henceforth even for
ever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this."
                                                            ISAIAH 9:6,7
The angel said to her: . . . “Hail, thou that art
highly favored, the Lord is with thee: blessed art
thou among women. And when she saw him, she
was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind
what manner of salutation this should be. And the
angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast
found favour with God. And , behold, thou shalt
conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and
shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and
shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the
Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his
father David: And he shall reign over the house
of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall
be no end.”                                    LUKE 1:28-33
Many a Hebrew in those days was looking for the Consolation of Israel. Many were searching the Scriptures of the prophets to see what time or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ which was in them did point unto. And the Temple shepherds, as they lay around their fire, talked of the one theme which was then talked of wherever the poor in spirit met together. One, it may be, had a scroll form the Book of Isaiah, and, turning its characters towards the firelight, read to his fellows,
“. . . the government shall be upon his shoulder:
and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor,
The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince
of Peace. "                                              Isaiah 9:6
And presently another played on his lute marriage music of the Messianic psalm men called Shoshannim, that is Lilies, for was it not a music liquid, and as gold set in white, like the canopied flowers sang, "Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right scepter. Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows. All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad."   Psalm 45:6-8 
One after another the Shepherds became aware of a being form another sphere standing just outside their circle, listening. Their drawing together in meditation and song brought them all into the same conviction about Him.
Suddenly there was with the angel, who, it is said, stood by them, a multitude of the heavenly host. As at twilight in an unlighted room a flame will, in a moment, break out from a black coal-fire and illumine ceiling and walls and every furnishing, so the earth seemed suddenly inundated with light. There were heavenly beings all about the Shepherds. Up past the sheepfold, covering the fields and the hillsides, far away towards the desert and the Jordan valley, they crowded the landscape with their splendour. And they were praising God. 

Just what they sang we can hardly tell. 

For the angels were singing not to man but to God. And what may be the language of worlds higher than ours, who shall say? It must transcend all earthly dialects, as truly as our English speech transcends the chatter oft monkeys in a forest. But the central fact is that the Elect Shepherds did overhear for a moment the worship of sinless hosts, and that that worship interpreted itself in their minds as a garment of praise woven of two strands – the Glory of God and the Peace of Man. 

So the angels sang, and then ceased, and the Shepherds heard no more. The glory contracted, narrowed into a stream of silver that passed along those hills, and faded into the light of splendid stars, and all the earth was dark and still, except for the leaping fire of the bivouac and the tinkle of a sheep-bell. A. D. Martin
The Advent. – Without this blessed event there would be no hope of eternal life with God the Father in His glorious home. A home which He is even now preparing for us, but which was always the dwelling place of our God and the Lord Christ. The Mansions were always there, but now the heavenly Bride Groom has left His espoused for a time and is preparing that place for His lovely bride. There is coming a time when He will return with a shout, and catch us away and then to be joined with us forever, to never sorrow, cry, die, sleep, be sick or anything else that is against what He wanted for us when He created us. 

Upon the Advent hang all that a TRUE Christian is and believes. If you take away the Advent, then Paul says it most succinctly 'We are of all men most miserable.' (I realize I've taken this out of context a bit, but without the Advent there would be no resurrection either) 

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you IS born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. LUKE the beloved physician 2:10,11 

We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem.
The dumb kine form their fodder turning them,
Softened their horned faces
To almost human gazes
Towards the newly Born.
The simple shepherds form the star-lit brooks
Brought visionary looks,
As yet in their astonied hearing rung
The strange, sweet angle-tongue.
The Magi of the East, in sandals worn,
Knelt reverent, sweeping round,
With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground –
The incense, myrrh, and gold,
These baby hands were impotent to hold.
So, let all earth lies and celestials wait
Upon Thy royal state!
Sleep, sleep, my Kingly One!
                                                           Elizabeth Browning
What follows is my favorite “christmas” hymn. It is my favorite, it is so because I have not detected a hint of the profane, only a hymn of Biblical truth of our lovely Lord’s birth. I have met very few who have even heard of it much less know it to sing it. I trust you will love as much as I.
In a cave, a lowly stable, Christ the Lord was born;
From the heavens white-robbed angels, Sang that holy Morn.
Shepherds heard the heavenly chorus, And were sore afraid;
But an angel spoke the tidings, That all fears allayed.
“Born to you in David’s city, Is your Lord and King–”
So an angel to the shepherds, Hope and joy did bring.
Leaving resting flocks behind them, Sought they for the stall,
Where there lay, in swaddling garments, Christ, the hope of all.
Let us, like the lowly shepherds, Seek the Lord this night,
That we may, by lives of service, Bring to all true light.
Noel, noel! Noel, noel! Rang throughout the sky;
Noel, noel! Noel, noel! Praise to God on high!
                                                                                Harold B. Franklin
Next time we will look at the loveliest word in the universe. And, yes you guessed it, that word is a name. Come join with us and see the loveliest of lovelies.   God Bless You