Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes — every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.
When word of their inquiry got to Herod, he was terrified—and not Herod alone, but most of Jerusalem as well. Herod lost no time. He gathered all the high priests and religion scholars in the city together and asked, “Where is the Messiah supposed to be born?”
They told him, “Bethlehem, Judah territory. The prophet Micah wrote it plainly:
It’s you, Bethlehem, in Judah’s land,
no longer bringing up the rear.
From you will come the leader
who will shepherd-rule my people, my Israel.”
~Matthew 2: 4-6
Lo, How a Rose/There is a Rose
Before this morning, I had no knowledge of Orison Swett Marden, his positive message, how he thought a person’s thinking affected the outcome of what they were doing. I simply read this quote, and this beautiful anthem came into my heart.
Those of you in winter, hold your hope high, that precious seed you have been saving, for the times when darkness is all you see, know, experience. In the dark, things grow, silently, intimately, ever pushing toward the light that it can not see.
This Christmas, let the Rose leave its impress. Smell the lingering fragrance, drink it in. Sing it out. Hope lives at Christmas with a little more glimmer against the losses of your life. Let this healing begin, and watch for the spring.
Because of Him,