My heart skips with each flip of the Advent Calendar and I wonder when it switched. When the act of waiting turned into scurrying. When the anxiousness of getting there transformed into wanting more time before it arrives.
As I’m lost in my thoughts, my son asks me what they’re singing on the radio…
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember, Christ, our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from satan’s power
When we were gone astray…
How have I missed it? The archaic verbage doesn’t help, but why have I thought this struggle of rushing was a new thing when they’ve been singing about it for more than 200 years?
If you research it, there are many discussions on what the first line really means. The word ‘rest’ is said to translate more literally into ‘keep’ or ‘make’. But it was the comma I’ve never paid attention to before.
It’s not God , Rest…we’re not pleading for it.
It’s God Rest…no comma — it’s given freely.
Friends, we’re not merry without the first part –rest– being given directly from God.
God rest. Yes, that’s what I need.
Clearly I’m no English savant, but no one will be able to talk me out of this invitation to take His yolk and discover joy.
Thank You, Father, for offering Your shoulder this Season to soak in the love You poured down long ago. I can’t think of a better way to display it than a birth of a child.
And may I never get over Your grace as You offer time and time again to save us from the enemy’s grip. Yes, Jesus, please…pull me in closer this Advent…
Friends, I’m tired of excuses. No more “too busy” for me.
We get so caught up with life we forget to live.
We get so wrapped up in giving
we neglect the greatest gift of all.
So as I sit amid the gift paper, tinsel fragments, and tape residue, I’ll slow down and write it all out. I’ll be thankful I forgot to order photo cards so I can personalize each one. And I’ll share with family and friends what this season means to me and what I’m hoping they savor all year-long.
Friends, let’s make praise our priority this Season as we declare the final stanzas:
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface:
Oh tidings of comfort and joy….
Comfort and Joy.
Oh tidings of Comfort and Joy.
And how can we send tidings of comfort and joy when we haven’t filled up ourselves?
Let’s take more time with Him this Season. Let’s rest in Him. He’s offering…
How about you, friend? How are you finding rest in Him this Season? How are you sharing tidings of comfort and joy? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
NOTE: This is a part of my Advent Series where I take portions of Christmas Hymn Classics and share what they mean to me. You may find others HERE.