Pondering

"Hark, how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, meek and the bold."


Oh sweet loved ones near and far off
those who have been close and those who have been distant

We wish you a merry Christmas!

Because whether we are ready or not,
Whether it be June or September,
Whether we want to celebrate right now or we believe it to have happened nearer to summer

Whether you feel weak,
meek
old...

Whether you feel good, young and bold,

There is a time to acknowledge that He has come for us.
He died for our sins

He will rise with healing in his wings

And you will be released

Whether it's now

or later. Or now AND later.

This is good cheer. This is worth waking up each morning for and staying up through the wee hours of the night to bring medicine or warm milk or a listening ear or a tender breast to young and (sometimes) old.

This is good cheer because it means that this isn't our end. 

It means that those bells of freedom are going to ring whether you're ready or not. 

And it means that I am not in charge of when the bells ring. And in my moments of pushing on and wondering what I'm doing in this wandering space, the bells will ring! And it won't be because they rang too soon or too late.

"Till ringing, singing, on it's way

The world revolved from night to day...

God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With peace on earth, good will to men."

Merry, merry, merry day. When He shall come with trumpet sound, oh may I then in Him be found!