I realize this article is somewhat belated, as is my greeting of a happy new year, but the weather has not let up, and the frozen power lines make it impossible to do anything substantial. We wait patiently, and once in awhile I check to see if I have a connection, and today, circa two in the afternoon, I saw the words that brought me more joy than they rightly should, 'connected, signal very low'. I don't know how long this will last, and so I thought I would make the best of it. Whenever I get a signal, low or otherwise, I will be posting something, anything. I guess global warming isn't all it's cracked up to be. Minus 20 degrees isn't all that warm to me, and that's in the daytime. Please remember the people of Romania in your prayers, as many are going without the basic necessities this winter, as well as firewood to warm their homes. Will write again soon. God bless.
It was time and He could put it off no longer. It has been promised that the King would come and visit His province, a province that was His by inheritance and birthright. His ambassadors had spoken of His imminent arrival far in advance, but few paid any mind, few heeded. All went about their business, aware but dismissive of the fact that divine royalty was about to grace their barren land with the light of His presence.
He chose to enter the world, not in a palace, not to the sounds of trumpets and harps, but in a lowly manger. He was born not to the house of a magistrate or high-ranking official, but as the son of a carpenter. He took on the appearance of a mortal being, although He is eternal, and was from the beginning of all things. Although He tried, one such as Him could not disguise His true nature. Cloaked in the garments of the common man, one need only peer into his eyes, open their hearts to His words in order to realize that He was not of this place, He transcended this plain this earth, this existence. He was divine, He was royalty, and those who chose to see, followed Him wherever He went.
Those that followed Him marveled at His heart of compassion. They marveled at His capacity for love. He reached out to the forsaken, the unwanted, that segment of society that had long been written off by pompous men full of themselves, offering them freely what could never be purchased.
Many turned their back on the King of kings, rejecting eternity, rejecting hope, while others more brazen spat upon Him and mocked Him. He who could call down hosts of angels, He who had command over the unseen hosts of the heavens, the Son of God, born of a virgin, made flesh, He who had all power and all authority, did not react as mortals would. Christ did not retaliate against those who rejected Him, who mocked Him, even those who spat upon Him. He felt compassion for them, realizing that they had chosen eternal judgment, eternal sorrow, when they could have chosen eternal life.
Some received His offer, were plucked from the mire of sin and desperation, were made clean and renewed, were given new garments, and a new reason to hope. A new heart was beating within the chest of those blessed few, and they worshiped at His feet knowing that they could never repay Him for the gift He had bestowed upon them.
The Christ walks among us today, making the same offer He made over two thousand years ago, inviting all who would hear to come and partake of eternity, to enter into their eternal rest, to know the fullness of He who was, and is, and is to come. Now as then, a great majority reject and mock Him, but a blessed few see Him for what He is, the embodiment of love, and have no choice but to surrender their all to Him, to be consumed by His grace, and take their rightful place within the body of Christ, living in Him, for Him, and through Him.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.