12.24.2021
The Weary World Rejoices
sharing some Christmas Eve thoughts.
I hope they speak to + encourage you as they have me. ✨
just imagine. the night has fallen.
a star shines bright. wise men are seeking.
shepherds staring at the glorious sky.
angels singing. majestic sounds fill the air.
all because a baby is born.
and with that, ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ผ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐.
I’ve spent the last few weeks dwelling on those words:
a weary world rejoices.
can you imagine the world before this night?
cold and dark. waiting on a Savior.
tied down by legalism. every little act of evil requires a sacrifice.
every mistake you made required a priest to intercede on your behalf.
and like humans do, even after the rituals,
you would be always left wondering if it was enough. if you are enough.
the world was weary.
until — ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐
๐๐จ๐ช๐จ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐.
๐ฐ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.
๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ.
๐ข ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐บ’๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ.
a gift to the world,
sent from above from a Father who loves all His children.
๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ท๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐, ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ถ๐บ.
๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ด.
๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง๐ด.
๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ.
๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช, ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐
๐๐จ๐ช๐จ.
friend, if you don’t know Him —
I implore you to seek Him on this night.
He is right there, holding space for you in His kingdom.
waiting for you to reach for His hand.
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐บ,
๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ๐.
๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฎ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.
๐ข๐๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐ค๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐จ๐๐๐จ๐ค๐ฃ.
