I stay home from church today and cough my way through the morning. But I want to create my own Sabbath worship–to start the week fresh in peace–especially with so much to do to prepare for Christmas.
I light candles and gather my Bible and a curious old journal that my students presented me on the last day of class.
I will record wise things here. I will document revelations and promises–the whispers of God into my heart. I will take His Hand and follow ancient paths that lead me to truth.
This is what the LORD says:
“Stand at the crossroads and look;
ask for the ancient paths,
ask where the good way is, and walk in it,
and you will find rest for your souls.”
I open my journal and ask for the ancient paths. And then I know. I recall his name: The Ancient of Days, God, the one who comes from the ancient into the modern, the one who descends down into a manger.
That’s Christmas–the ancient path that leads from Bethlehem into my heart.