The Daily Paine

I dreamed it was Christmas Eve, and while waiting for a green light I noticed the manger scene on the church lawn.  It’s all so overwhelming this Christmas business, I thought.  The shopping and singing and partying and gift-wrapping and Santa Claus and Jesus.  I feel wonderful then guilty then joyful then confused.  God help me, I thought.  And the light changed, and the baby in the manger smiled.”
–Joe Hickman

     “O star of wonder, star of night,
      Star with royal beauty bright,
         Westward leading,
         still proceeding,
      Guide us to thy perfect light.”
               –J.H. Hopkins

“Now why did that dratted Star appear?  It is taking months away from my work at the palace and this is the season when they have that wonderful BBQ and brisket.  Follow the Star, sure God willing and if the creeks don’t rise, and here the Tigris is flooding.  God, whose side are you on?”
Can you just imagine the Wise Men on their journey?  It was not an overnight business trip but it took planning and time had to be put aside for such a trip.  They had to lay the pleasures of their homeland aside.  Supplies had to be purchased and gifts made ready to take to the newborn King.  Possibly one of their camels became lamed along the way; there was also rivers to cross, the harshness of the desert and ruggedness of the mountains in their way.  Put yourself back in that time of history and think of the burdens of such a trip.  Add to it the fact that these men were used to comfort, now they are riding all day long on a camel and sleeping underneath the stars, just because they had to follow the Star.
All too often we see the Christmas story glossed over.  Seldom do we take time to ponder the reality of the events involved.  The Magi, used to a pampered life, has put it aside for what?  Following a Star.  So intrigued were they with this spectacle in the sky that they put aside their normal life for a span of time to find the newborn king.
Now look at us.  Does the Star still get our attention or have we become blasé?  Take a glance at your Christmas tree.  Look at the lights.  For just one minute imagine the light from the Star.  See, that light was not just something that was reflected in their eyes; it went into their souls and lit something in their heart.  Does the glance at the tree warm something in your soul or is it put up just for a season?
Go outside and look up at the heavens.  Look at the stars and find the Big Dipper.  Those are the same stars the Wise Men saw, save one.  Imagine now, a new one appears; there is something in the sky that has not been seen before.  There was the Star that led the way to the One who is the “light of men.”  God has now come down to man, to redeem him, to reconcile him back to Himself.  Allow that same wonder and light to illumine your heart.  Be thrilled with the Star that guides to the King as those Wise Men were guided ages ago.

“For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth.”
–Philippians 2:9-10 (NASB)

Coffee Percs

We had beef and beans and taters,
biscuits, gravy too, likewise,
Good stout coffee and tamaters
and a passel of real pies….”
       –Bruce Kiskaddon

Yeehaw, pard, did yuh know?  Christmas times a-comin’!  Coffee’s hot and strong this morning, and I’ve got the cup ready.  Shoppin’ all done.  What’s that?  Yore hopin’ for a new pair of suspenders?  Ha ha, ol’ pard, I hope yuh get ’em; sure don’t want your britches to be a-faillin’.
Shoulda made some biscuits and we could’ve had some cowboy communion.  Been thinkin’ some about the “cup.”  This ol’ gray matter went to flowin’ some.  The Bible speaks of the Lord’s cup–the one He took, and then the one we commemorate.  It speaks of a cup of iniquity.  It speaks of a cup of sorrow and suffering.  Then there are all sorts of cups and vessels mentioned.  I’m shore ol’ Nehemiah, who was a cupbearer, carried his coffee cup with him as he inspected the walls. 
We are told to be vessels of honor, and are warned about being vessels of dishonor.  Pard, one thing for sure, yore no vase!  Or it is vaase?  Nope, you’re more like an ol’ pot.  I do believe, however, that there a more pots out there in God’s kingdom that vases.  Not to say a pretty vase doesn’t have its place.  Let me get us a refill and I’ll continue.  I figure I want to be a cup.  Yep, just think of the use I’d get.  Just for a moment think of me of that cup in yore hand.  Don’t gag and slosh that coffee out; it’s too good to be a-wastin’ missin’ yore mouth.  No, I’m not one of those fancy-dancy tea cups.
Listen, just listen a minute.  A cup satisfies; a cup brings nourishment, a cup helps quench the thirst, a cup brings fellowship.  Sakes alive a cup given in His name is service for Him.  But, we can’t all be cups, take you, sure do look more like some kind of pot. 
Look at the time; I’ve got to be a movin’ along.  Wife’s been out in East Texas again, and time to get her home to her duties here.  Shore ain’t the same when she’s not here.  Hmmm, what would she be?  That’s a hard one.  Cup, mixin’ bowl, or vase?
Cinch is tight an’ ready to get the ol’ steel mount movin’.  Hey, don’t be forgettin’ to check yore cinch, or yuh might end up a cracked-pot. 

The Daily Paine

The message of Christmas is that the visible material world is bound to the invisible spiritual world.”
–unknown

     “God rest ye merry gentlemen,
      Let nothing you dismay
      Remember Christ our Savior
      Was born on Christmas day,
      To save us all from Satan’s pow’r
      When we were gone astray.”
               –unknown

The old battle-hardened and scared veterans have always amazed me.  Those that live their training; those that walk with confidence through life knowing the dangers, and yet are willing to face them.  Those men who have seen the many faces of war, fought the good fight, and still continue on. They were individuals always on the alert, ready, willing and able to take on come what may.
These men are the type who would not be afraid to say “Merry Christmas” in the stores and in public.  Political correctness may have its place (mostly in the garbage can) but it is never correct to dismiss the idea of the heavenly Father sending His Son.  We can indeed be “Merry” because of that.
The hymn above had a very different meaning in times past.  It was not part of jocular attitudes that pervade society today.  The jesting, folly, and frivolousness about with songs of jollity and fantasy.  Few, even churches, sing the hymns of Christmas with their depth of meaning concerning the Incarnation of our Lord.  “Frosty the Snowman” is better known than “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.” 
Let’s take a moment to look deeper into the meaning of these few words.  A “merry” person was one who was “great” and “mighty.”  “Rest” meant being kept well.  So the first line means, “Be kept well you mighty men” or “God keep and make you mighty.”  A strong army is a merry army. “Gentlemen” were people who took appropriate action.  The first part of this song is speaking of a mighty person who takes the appropriate action.
Now the words, “Let nothing you dismay.”  Look at the sentinel on his post at the 38th parallel.  His lips turning blue from the biting cold; fingers are numb as he holds his weapon.  The biting cold, tension as tight as a wire, yet he continues on with his rifle slung on his shoulder performing his duty–“let nothing you dismay.”  Picture the soldier walking down the street in a village looking diligently for any threat of danger.  His senses coiled, he is on the alert.  The next step could mean disaster, the next person he meets could be rigged with explosives.  He may only have seconds in which to make his decision to react or not.  The heat of the desert is stifling, the mud of the jungle is frustrating, the cold of the mountains is numbing–“let nothing you dismay.”
When God makes one a “mighty gentleman” there is little that can bring dismay to him.  The world may be full of evil and that could bring dismay and despair to some, but the angels shouted that night that a Savior is come, be not dismayed.  This mighty gentleman is the person who wakens each morning in enemy territory and smiles as he prepares for the day. He knows this world is a battlefield and as he marches out to face the enemy he no longer fears, but because of Christ coming to earth, he is of merriment.
Who can better say, “Have a Merry [happy] Christmas” than the one who has confidence in his walk on this earth?

“Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift.”
–2 Corinthians 9:15 (HCSB)