For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders,
and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
In Search of Our Kneeling Places
In each heart lies a Bethlehem, an inn where we must ultimately answer
whether there is room or not.
When we are Bethlehem-bound we experience our own advent in his.
When we are Bethlehem-bound
we can no longer look the other way
conveniently not seeing stars not hearing angel voices. We can no longer excuse ourselves by busily
tending our sheep or our kingdoms.
This Advent let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that the Lord has made known to us.
In the midst of shopping sprees let’s ponder in our hearts the Gift of Gifts.
Through the tinsel let’s look for the gold of the Christmas Star. In the excitement and confusion, in the merry chaos,
let’s listen for the brush of angels’ wings. This Advent, let’s go to Bethlehem and find our kneeling places.
Written by Ann Weems in Kneeling In Bethlehem