Just another traveler on life’s highway hanging out in the slow lane. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. Beyond the horizon is rest calling my name. Green pastures, still waters, my cup overflows.
O come, O branch of Jesse’s stem, unto your own and rescue them! From depths of hell your people save, and give them victory o’er the grave.
O come, O King of nations, bind in one the hearts of all mankind. Bid all our sad divisions cease and be yourself our King of Peace.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel shall come to you, O Israel.
“Victory o’er the grave?” Is it possible? Absolutely! Ask any addict who has been saved from the hell of his/her addiction, the death sentence of a spiritual abyss, and you will be told, “Yes, yes, yes! I have been raised from my personal hell on earth, my living grave, and we, my Higher Power and I, are victorious over death.”
That is what the gift of Immanuel, the spirit of God made incarnate in Jesus of Nazareth, has done for mankind. This is an inexhaustible gift which can never be used up, discarded, put in the attic, or trashed before next Christmas. But, it can be repurposed and shared with other hungry, dying souls. I like sharing gifts. How about you?
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” 1 Corinthians 15:55
O come, O come, Immanuel