Joy to the world! 

Oh, sing to the Lord a new song! For He has done marvelous things; His right hand and His holy arm have gained Him the victory. The Lord has made known His salvation; His righteousness He has revealed in the sight of the nations. He has remembered His mercy and His faithfulness to the house of Israel; All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God. Shout joyfully to the Lord , all the earth; Break forth in song, rejoice, and sing praises. Sing to the Lord with the harp, With the harp and the sound of a psalm, With trumpets and the sound of a horn; Shout joyfully before the Lord , the King. Let the sea roar, and all its fullness, The world and those who dwell in it; Let the rivers clap their hands; Let the hills be joyful together before the Lord , For He is coming to judge the earth. With righteousness He shall judge the world, And the peoples with equity. Psalms 98:1‭-‬9 NKJV

Joy to the World is a popular Christmas hymn, however it isn’t about Christ’s first coming at all. Written by Isaac Watts and first published in 1719, it is based on Psalm 98. As the words of both the Psalm and hymn suggest, it is about Christ’s second coming and His reign upon earth. 

Oh JOY to the world!  What a joyous day that will be!!

Tis The Season … 2013 by Jack Kelley

My Comments: He makes a very interesting point, though I am nearly certain this apostate church will never go for it. It is ludicrous to upset the status quo and traditions of men. (sarcasm) After all, it is one thing to go to church and profess Christ,  but another entirely to make a spectacle of one’s self by doing something so radical and out of the box. (more sarcasm) Are we playing the harlot when we mix the pagan with the holy?

This article was originally published in November of 2005 when the controversy over the Christmas season was first heating up.  It’s even more relevant today. I’ve expanded and updated it for this holiday season.)

For the customs of the peoples are worthless; they cut a tree out of the forest, and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel. They adorn it with silver and gold; they fasten it with hammer and nails so it will not totter.” (Jeremiah 10:3-4)

A friend once observed that when you see the Christmas decorations begin to go up on Main Street, you know that Thanksgiving must be near. That’s because in the US, Thanksgiving weekend officially kicks off the Christmas season. Special school programs, parties, shopping, all the things Christmas has become these days begin in earnest on the day after Thanksgiving. Please continue this fascinating idea here!

One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.                                                                                                            He grew up in still another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was 30.                                                                    Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.                                                                                                                                     He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn’t go to college. He never traveled more than 200 miles from the place He was born.                                                                                                                                      He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.                                                       He was only 33 when public opinion turned against Him. His friends deserted Him. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.                                                                                                                                                                       He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. When He was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had.. . . on earth. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankind’s progress. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on earth as much as that One Solitary Life.  (Author unknown)

*What this well-known poem forgets to mention, is that He did not stay dead! He is risen! And through Him, the veil was torn and mankind has life!

Merry Christmas!