Month: December 2019

Then the Shepherds Returned…

Wishing all who’ve read these devotionals continued blessings in the New Year. G-d bless you and yours.

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Luke 2:15-20

15 So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. 17 Now when they had seen Him, they made widely[a] known the saying which was told them concerning this Child. 18 And all those who heard it marveled at those things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.

There was a time when shepherds…

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Israel’s Consolation

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O come, O come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel, 

that mourns in lonely exile here,

until the Son of G-d appears.

Luke 2:25-26
Simeon Sees God’s Salvation
25 And behold, there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon, and this man was just and devout, waiting for the Consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. 26 And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Christ.

Simeon was no prophet, or seer. He worked no miracles, saw no angels. He was not in the fields when the angel appeared to the shepherds.

He was simply this: just, and devout.

We meet him here, at the end of his life, holding Jesus in his arms and blessing G-d.

G-d honored the devout heart of his servant, and likely beyond his expectations, for in the…

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The Musings of a Star

I see them look up to where

they cannot be.

 

I feel their wishes collide

with the magnified need

of their wandering, pagan hearts.

 

The spirits of their departed

float past in silent cloaks of dust,

reflecting our own futures.

 

They send up their

rockets and space toys,

cluttering their sky

as we watch them

implode.

 

We will grieve the day

they go dark forever,

and all they knew

floats silently past us

into the past.

 

A Bitterness

Bitterness

clings to some

like a child clutching the hem

of Mother’s dress

as they walk through

deserted, razed, and filthy streets

of a forgotten war zone.

 

Criticism and rebukes

are the whisky and chaser

of all their verbiage.

 

Negativity is nectar

to their self-dissatisfaction,

disguised as humorous self-deprecation.

 

All within the perimeters and parameters

of their voice are never

immune or safe.

Their ever- angry gaze and weaponized words

find cracks and crevices

like a wind-driven hailstorm,

as they rewrite whole hedonistic histories

that absolve them of the impact of their

derisive decisions that affect the lives of others.

 

Let’s pray for them,

even as we

leave them behind.

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