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Holy Cry: Loves Pure Light


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Holy Cry: Loves Pure Light

Michele Oleary

Read Luke 2:1-20

Is it possible? Can it be? Yes, indeed. It is Christmas Eve. Happy Christmas Eve, my friends. 

As I reflect back on the past year there is much to celebrate. Much to be grateful for. Much to be thankful for. Joy in...

My Savior

My Family

My Friends

My Church


Also, in my reflections back over life, there is much heartache too... tears flowing from my heart as it beats. Beats of crimson-sadness. The drumming of sorrow reminds me of many that I love and care for who have pieces of their hearts missing due to hardship during this season. I cry.

What about God and the night our Savior was born; did He feel a bit of missing watching our Immanuel's birth? Did he feel a bit of sadness missing His son? Maybe so. I think so. Three in One; they had always been in Heaven. 

John 1:1 (NIV), "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." 

But oh...thank goodness for the "yes" of our Savior who brings hope and peace into the dark world. His Light of Love shines into the missing pieces of our heart in our hardship. Immanuel: God with us. He didn't have to leave the comforts of the perfect place. But He did. He said yes. Such a beautiful promise.

My friends, remember this promise: the cross of Calvery cradles, carries and comforts us through the burdens of sorrow. His marvelous love, His magnificent love helps us through our mixed emotions of the why's and how's...the messiness of life. 

Love, that is what He gives us...His death-resurrection love. Cling to the Old Rugged Cross of freedom. 

I want to leave you with something I wrote last year to some of my girlfriends Christmas morning. Allow your mind's eye to travel back in time. A time over 2,000 years ago in the little town of Bethlehem. A teenage girl and her loyal man, in a dirty, stinky, and damp barn. No room for this young room for the Prince of Peace.

December 25, 2015:
Merry Christmas! Santa arrived at our house, girlies have been good this year. Waiting for their little feet to hit the ground running. Love that sound every morning, but it is even more special on Christmas morning. The look of anticipation, the look of magic and wonder.

I think of Mary, over two thousand years ago. Waiting for the greatest Gift to be born. Her anticipation of the child, the King, the God with us to be born. The magic and wonder in the manger. I wonder what Jesus sounded like crying. His Holy Cry. I wonder if the beast of the manger just watched in awe as their Creator was being born. I know they knew Him. Imagine the scene...

Now, as an adult I have the opportunity to have the look of a child... waiting... anticipating the return of our Savior. Immanuel. I hope I have the look of a five and three year old when I meet Him for the first time!

"It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself." Charles Dickens

Seek God today and tomorrow and forever with the eyes of a child: in anticipation of His return.

Luke 18:6 (NIV), "But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."

Listen: Noche de Paz (Silent Night) by Andrea Bocelli

I love you. Merry Christmas. Michele