You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. Psalm 60:4
Jehovah Nissi has been my favorite name for God for a long time. In difficult times, I held onto God’s promises and envisioned them as a banner over my head. God is His Word and God says that He is there gracing my life with His presence.
What tight spot are you in today? Over what is your heart aching? Whose words have left you feeling powerless? What spiritual test are you currently enduring? Where are you tired of waiting on God? God has a word for us, posted on a banner, for every kind of life scenario.
Jehovah Nissi first came alive for me when I was in my mid-thirties. Because I started performing in public events so young in life, I had some trauma that came back to bite me. In the late 1980’s, I suffered persistent anxiety attacks before every concert, which at that time, numbered over a hundred a year. I sat backstage, watched the clock, and as it ticked down to performance time, I got increasingly upset. I felt trapped. The clock became synonymous with a ticking time bomb. Every tick moved me closer to a detonation. As anxiety ramped up, I often crashed, and either forced myself to perform while stuffing my panic, or cancelling at the last moment.
A period of counseling proved to be lifesaving as I dealt with the past, unrealistic expectations placed on me as a child/musician, and my inability to say no to those who asked too much of me. God gloriously healed me from anxiety (and it’s gone to this day) but how He did it was through His name, Jehovah Nissi. He revealed that although my life was short and frail, He does not weaken or fail with the passage of time. He controls it and is, in fact, outside of it. He is Lord over time. The ticking clock was nothing but smoke. “For a thousand years in Your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.” Psalm 90:4
Eventually, I could look at the clock backstage and be unmoved. I could see my Eternal God as my banner, working outside of time, inviting me into spacious places with Him, out of confinement. I felt suspended from the pressure. Jehovah Nissi connected me with eternity, something infinitely bigger than a 90-minute concert, and walked with me onto the stage. He was a banner, a tent, over my head. I felt cocooned and safe and began to enjoy the adventure of singing, telling stories, and finding ways to share my passion over spiritual things.
Today, no matter where you and I go, we need only be still, picture the banner, and know that He is with us. His truth is holding us, surrounding us, cocooning us, and suspending us above the pressure. May God give you the eyes to see the flag gently waving in response to the wind of the Spirit.
You are the banner that goes with me into battle. I will never lose my bearings. Amen
“And Moses built an altar and named it Jehovah-Nissi, which means ‘The Lord is my banner'”. Exodus 17:15
This name of God comes from the story in Exodus 17 when the Israelites fought with the Amalekites. Joshua led Israel’s troops into battle while Moses climbed to the top of a hill where he could see the entire battle play out from a strategic vantage point. God told Moses that as long as he held up his staff, the Israelites would gain an advantage. When he lowered it, they would lose ground. Moses was graced with the stamina to keep the staff raised high.
When the battle was won, Moses built an altar and named it, ‘Jehovah Nissi’, meaning ‘God is my banner.’ There was no doubt that God had led them to victory.
Revolutionary and Civil War movies show opposing armies advancing toward each in confrontation. A single soldier, called a Standard Bearer, carried the flag bearing the ensign of his country or government. He was always in the front line, making this the most dangerous assignment in the army. He traded in his gun for a flag, all the while knowing that his enemies would probably shoot him first. He would never put the flag down to engage in the fighting nor would he surrender the flag if he was wounded. In fact, he was instructed to wrap his body with it even as the final blows come. As long as the flag was held high, morale was boosted. People remembered what they were fighting for. If they lost their bearings, they looked for their flag and were reminded of who they were and why they fought. Under the flag, they shared a vision and set of ideals.
A waving flag also grated against the enemy and intimidated them. It stood for everything they did not believe in. No wonder there was always an attempt to capture it and destroy it. It was usually burned.
This is one of my favorite names of God. It’s extremely touching to me that God places Himself as a banner over my life. Flesh and blood may not see Him, but it still affects them. Spiritual beings do see Him: heaven’s angels rejoice and work with Him for my good, and hell’s angels stand down and know that their efforts are under His sovereignty.
A sanctified imagination can see His banner waving high. I see it, do you? In this spiritual battle, I remember whose I am, why I’m fighting, and unlike earthly wars when the outcome is uncertain, I know who wins this epic battle. Jehovah Nissi has already secured victory.
**Standard Bearers on the front lines usually won many medals. (though post-mortem)
Whatever the Lord pleases, he does, in heaven and on earth, in the seas and all deeps”. Psalm 135:6
Jehovah Rapha is our glorious healer. He heals all things in eternity, but some He heals ahead of time. Beautiful stories are recorded for us in the Old Testament. Naaman was healed when he dipped seven times in the Jordan river. A young boy was raised from the dead when Elisha laid over his lifeless body. The children of Israel were healed when they looked to the serpent on the pole. King Hezekiah was healed from a terminal illness and given an additional fifteen years to live. But just as many times, the righteous prayed for healing but weren’t granted it in their lifetime. Like us, they held on to their glorious hope and found the fulfillment of God’s promise when they entered Abraham’s bosom.
When Jesus came, He spent much of His ministry healing people. Blind people were given sight. Tumors disappeared. The dead were raised. Fevers left. The lame, relegated to begging for a living, stood on their feet to begin a new life. While His healing was widespread, He didn’t heal everyone either. For those who were left lame, or with a thorn in the flesh like the Apostle Paul, hope was deferred, and God’s grace carried them to the end.
God is all powerful and can easily facilitate healing. But healing is the exception. Let’s face it. We’re disappointed and continue to groan under the fall.
When I was 29 years old, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I begged God for her healing. He didn’t grant it on this side of heaven. In 2003, my father died of lung cancer. Again, I pleaded with God for healing and felt sure that He would extend my father’s life. He didn’t. I stood firm, waiting for this miracle, all the way to his last breath. It didn’t happen.
You have your stories too. Perhaps you are in prayer, even today, for the healing of someone close to you.
God will fulfill every single promise He has made. What do we do with Psalm 103:3? “I will heal all of your diseases.” We don’t run from it or misinterpret it. We live in it and expect its fulfillment ~ but in context with the whole counsel of God’s Word. More on that tomorrow.
I’ve seen miracles. And I’ve been disappointed, Lord. Help me when I stumble over You. Amen
If you listen carefully to the Lord your God and do what is right in his eyes, if you pay attention to his commands and keep all his decrees, I will not bring on you any of the diseases I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the Lord, who heals you. Exodus 15:26
As the Egyptian army bore down on the people of Israel, they fled all the way to the Red Sea. Cornered at the water’s edge, it sure looked like they would be slaughtered but God parted the waters, and His people walked across safely. As the Egyptian army pursued them, their army, including horses and chariots, weren’t so blessed. The walls of water, held up by the mighty hand of God, were collapsed and they all drowned. Israel rejoiced, built an altar, and sang a song of victory to their God.
What a difference three days would make though. They traveled on into the Desert of Shur (on the heels of the greatest miracle they had ever experienced) and faced the first of many tests. This one also involved water. The people were extremely thirsty, and desperate. Relieved to finally find water, their hopes were dashed when they discovered it was undrinkable. They named the water Marah, which means bitter. Moses turned to the Lord and God showed him a piece of wood. He was instructed to throw the wood into the water, and it would sweeten it, changing the mineral properties to make it drinkable. It was at this moment that God identified Himself as Jehovah-Rapha ~ the God who heals.
God spoke and promised to spare His people from any of the diseases He had brought on the Egyptians in the form of the ten plagues. But like many of the Old Testament promises to come, it was conditional. They were to ‘diligently listen to the voice of God and do what was right in His eyes, to give ear to His commandments and keep His statutes.’
Throughout scripture, God has made many promises regarding healing but, honestly, isn’t this a tricky subject? Sometimes Jehovah Rapha heals when we stand in faith but sometimes, after vigorous seasons of prayer and fasting, He does not. This tests our faith and often sets up private disappointments. In the dark, where unspoken doubts fester, Satan loves to work and malign God’s character. We might even feel we have to make excuses for God when we’ve announced to others that God has promised healing. Our arguments sound rather hollow coming from a heart that suffers from unanswered questions.
This is the week to explore some of these topics. What can we believe God for? How do we live find peace in the mystery of waiting? How do we interpret scriptures about God healing our diseases? And where does deferred hope intersect this topic?
We belong to a powerful God who will make all things perfect. It’s a promise. Eden will be restored. For now, we wrestle and trust. We ask questions but not with a fist. I’m glad you’re with me for such an important week.
Jehovah Rapha, we stand together in faith and proclaim that You do all things well. And on time. Give us spiritual understanding beyond what we have at this moment. We believe but help our unbelief. Amen
We who have been made holy by Jesus, now have the same Father he has. That is why Jesus is not ashamed to call us his brothers.Hebrews 2:11
Behavior modification is something I can do myself. No matter what my heart feels, I can rise above it and force myself to do the right thing. That is not the case with sanctification. I can’t change what my heart wants.
Sanctification is growing to have a heart more like Jesus. I can do absolutely nothing to bring that about. It’s a holy process generated by God.
Think about it. How can I possibly force myself to love someone I don’t love? How can I make myself desire to make a personal sacrifice when it’s the last thing I want to do? How can I delight in putting others first when I am overcome with my own needs? I can’t. I need a new heart. God must change the one I have so that it will value what He values.
Sanctification is also about having a mind transplant. I can do nothing to bring this about, either. It, too, is a holy process that God generates.
Think about it. I’m incapable of processing anything with kingdom logic. I can’t guess what those concepts might be. I am confined to my own head and to the logic I was born with. Only God can facilitate a mind transplant, and He rewrites what I think through His Word. It’s living and active and does spiritual surgery.
The only requirement to all of this is that I am willing to defer and stay teachable. Over a lifetime, my inner landscape can be transformed by small acts of submission to Jehovah Mekaddishkem. To God be the glory!
Plain and simple. I want Your heart. I want Your mind. I will not get off course. Amen
Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the man of heaven. I Corinthians 15:49
God makes a life-long commitment to sanctify His children, changing the way we think, what we desire, and what we treasure. Though we are new creations at the time of spiritual adoption, it takes time for that to fully take effect on the inside.
Before the cross, we bore the image of fallen Adam. After the cross, the image began to change in the mirror. The outline of Jesus began to appear and as time progressed, that outline began to fill in. When we die, the picture will be completed as we gain our perfection. Sanctification will be complete.
For now, Jehovah Mekaddishkem re-parents us for the rest of our lives. He is invested no matter how long it takes for us to understand what He’s teaching us. He is not daunted by how wounded we are, how far we’re behind others our age. The truth is ~ there’s a lot to sanctify in each one of us. Others who know us well can’t begin to see the extent of our flesh. We can look pretty impressive on the outside.
But on the inside, the place where God’s Spirit works, only one thing matters. How much are we like Jesus? Do we think like Him? Do we love who He is? Is there a longing to be more like Him?
If so, it will be easier to disown and renounce any vestige of things Jesus died for. We won’t fight Him when He points to something dark and calls us away from it. We won’t shun the Light and avoid what His Word exposes. We’ll welcome it. The payoff is becoming more like Him.
Even I can see a new person in the mirror. My new heart has made its way to my eyes. Amen
“For the message of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved, it is the power of God.” I Corinthians. 1:18
God’s love undergirds everything He does. I must see His gracious nature in the work of sanctification or I will miss this ~ God loves me so much that He will keep saving me.
If I only see the cross as what was necessary to make me a child of God, I will miss the loveliness of sanctification. In today’s scripture, Paul was writing to believers. When he spoke of ‘’being saved’, he wasn’t talking about the moment salvation occurs. He was referring to something else ~ ongoing salvation from sin. Daily sanctification.
*Every single day, we will battle with our motives. We need to remember the cross and ask God to save us from selfish desires and hidden intentions.
*Every single day, we battle with careless talk, anger, despair, and criticism. We need to remember the cross and ask God to save us from our personal strongholds.
*Every single day, we want to embrace what is temporarily satisfying over what needs to be deferred until eternity. We need to remember the cross and ask God to save us from self-gratification.
These comprise the daily battle. This is the fight for faith. Whatever I choose to neglect will become easier to avoid. Neglect is like a cancer. Neglect will metastasize.
Salvation is near me today. The cross centered life is meant to be mine. Jehovah Mekaddishkem graciously offers me daily salvation from the tempter, the liar, the strategic planner, the deceiver, and most of all – from myself and my own flesh.
I get it, Lord. Conviction and sanctification are priceless gifts. Thank you. Amen
Consecrate yourselves there, and be holy, for I am the Lord your God. You shall keep My statues and perform them: I am the LORD who sanctifies you. Leviticus 20:7-8
Harry Ironside, one of the first pastors of Moody Memorial Church in Chicago, said… “A Christian is someone whose past has been altered.” The resurrection power of Jesus that raised Him from the dead is making us new, in every way, on the inside.
Jehovah is the God who sanctifies us. To sanctify is to become holy. God is slowly changing us to become like Jesus. Sanctification happens every single day if I yield to the process. I’m transformed in baby steps, and though I may not see massive changes in a week, the cumulative effect over a year should be enormous. In a decade, I shouldn’t resemble who I used to be.
Here are some examples of what it may look like.
If an angry mother raised me and I still tremble in the presence of anger, Christ’s resurrection power slowly delivers me from fear and makes me bold. I am sanctified to be calm and prayerful through another’s rage.
If I was raised to be someone else’s puppet and never had a thought or dream of my own, Christ’s resurrection power frees me from the control of others. I am sanctified to follow Christ and embrace His plans for me.
If I was criticized relentlessly for almost everything I did and still feel a crippling fear of doing something wrong, Christ’s resurrection power delivers me from playing it safe. I am sanctified to become a Joshua who goes forward in confidence to conquer spiritual mountains.
You and I have been set apart from this world to be different. We have each been singled out. Jehovah Mekaddishkem picked us long before we were born. We have great faith in the transforming power of Christ. We thrill at every Word He speaks. We tremble at the presence of the Holy Spirit. We run out of the grave to new life.
It takes a lifetime, though, for the grave clothes of the flesh to be unwrapped. Daily, we die to ourselves and cling to new life in Christ. As we do, we become more peculiar. We live as aliens and strangers. As I’m writing this, I’m aware that we are a family of daughters who know the pain and the exhilaration of the sanctification process. Every sacrifice is worth it, and we cheer each other on to the finish line.
Only true disciples can celebrate this name of God. We’ve yielded to the Potter and seen His glory revealed in us.
Thank you for choosing us and for patiently working with us. Amen
El Elyon, the ‘most high God,’ is ruler over all. To ascribe to this truth as a doctrine is important, but to experience this in a life-threatening scenario is quite another thing.
In 2007, Elizabeth (my close friend and event coordinator) and I flew from Atlanta to Toronto. We sat in the back of a regional jet and were able to see clear to the front. The captain reported that it was the perfect day to fly ~ blue skies all the way. About halfway through the flight, a man sitting in the 3rd row stood up, got a small duffle bag out of the overhead bin and walked past us to the restroom. He was in there a long time before returning to his seat. Sometime later, he turned around and motioned to another man sitting near us. This guy then got up and went to the restroom and was also in there a good while. When he returned to his seat, the man sitting in the front turned and mouthed something to him, then both men nodded.
Something sure seemed off and Elizabeth and I were unnerved. We began to pray that God would rule over the situation and would prevent something sinister, if indeed there was anything amiss.
The pilot came on and said there had been a change in the weather and he admitted that he was surprised by it. The clear skies over Toronto were no longer clear. An unexpected series of storms had come up and we would now encounter bad weather. Everyone was confined to their seats. There would be no more getting up for these two guys. We thanked the ‘most high God’ for ruling over the weather and having authority over the spirit world. We continued to pray for protection from any harm.
There was significant turbulence as we made our approach. It was foggy and visibility was at a minimum. We disembarked and went our way. We headed to baggage claim and immigration and replayed what had just happened, remarking how God had spared us from something. At that moment, we saw a group of law enforcement appear ~ escorting and surrounding two men in handcuffs. You guessed it ~ they were the two men from our plane. There was no doubt in our minds that something had been planned and God supernaturally thwarted it. What came to mind immediately was the famous CN tower in Toronto, similar to the Seattle Space Needle.
I’ll add this note ~ During the flight, we were prepared to die, not knowing if our plane was going to be used as a weapon. Knowing the power of God’s grace, we weren’t surprised when we were overcome with a peace neither of us could have manufactured. The same God who controls the weather is also the One who notices the slightest tremor of fear in the heart of His child. That day, the ‘most High God’ was in the heaven of heavens but also with us in the most intimate ways possible.
The voice of thy thunder was in the whirlwind; The lightnings lightened the world: The earth trembled and shook”. Psalm 77:18
A few quotes to carry with us through the weekend. Pray with me that God opens our hearts to receieve the full measure of His revelation.
Jeremiah: There is none like you, O LORD; you are great, and your name is great in might.
Tim Keller: “To hallow God’s name is not merely to live righteous lives but to have a heart of grateful joy toward God-and even more, a wondrous sense of awe at the majesty and holiness of who He is.”
Sam Storms: God’s name is qualified by the adjective “holy” in the Old Testament more often than all other qualities or attributes combined.
Charles Spurgeon: Knowledge is best when it exercises itself upon the Name of God.
Tony Evans: Sometimes God will allow you to experience larger problems in life because He wants to unveil a larger portion of Himself to you. People who want to give up on God simply because life’s scenarios don’t make sense could very well be walking away from a new manifestation of God and His name in their lives.”
While spending the night on the way to Bethlehem, I wonder if Mary thought of her home and her comfortable bed. The ground wasn’t very forgiving to her aching body. Joseph probably didn’t sleep much either, trying to do what he could to soften the place where Mary lay. We can imagine his kindness.
Joseph had to wonder what would happen when they arrived in Bethlehem. He could tell that the baby’s birth was near. He probably felt alone and weighed down with responsibility for their safety. For strength, perhaps he took a deep breath, reviewed the stories of his ancestral fathers, and trusted God.
Their safety was not dependent upon his own ingenuity. God was the Father, just out of sight, ensuring the safe arrival of the Promise. The redemptive plans of God, from before time, would break open upon the Earth and nothing would tamper with divine sovereignty.
My life has also been planned from before the creation of the world. God said so. My calling is as secure in God’s hands as the calling of Joseph and Mary. I can often feel the weight of responsibility, believing that I have more to do with determining my tomorrows than God does. I fear that my own ingenuity will make or break my future. Not so. The presence of God hovers near. His breath warms my way. I cannot miss the way if I am prayerful, if I am listening, because my Bethlehem is always within reach. My roadway has been paved ahead of time by the index finger of God.
For “you were like sheep going astray,” but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls. I Peter 2:25
When an ancient king planned to journey through a desert landscape, the way was prepared beforehand by his advance team. The road was inspected, repaired where needed, and all that would obstruct his journey was addressed.
Jesus was our advance team. He came to prepare the way for us to walk the path to His kingdom. The infant Shepherd who napped in the manger was also the One who made crooked paths straight.
And not only is He the little Shepherd but He is also the little Overseer of our souls.
That means He is the caretaker of our inside world. He exposes sin and inspires repentance. He encourages us to examine each crooked place in our hearts so things can be made straight. He saves us from painful detours. He cheers us on when we limp. He picks us up when we’re lame. He helps us when we’re emotionally and spiritually feeble.
We have a deep desire to be known by One who loves us and has earned our trust. Because we were wired for this divine connection, our souls strain to be under the care of One who sees it all, the good and the bad. We want to belong to the One who can craft an environment where we will thrive. But there is a caveat ~ we must first give up our lives to Him in surrender.
You are the perfect Shepherd and perfect Overseer. I’m going to let you define what is best for me without limiting Your influence. Amen
Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: ‘Cursed is everyone who is hung on a pole. … When he was hung on the cross, he took upon himself the curse for our wrongdoing. Galatians 3:13
A wee little baby was born with a purpose that defied understanding. He wasn’t born to be a teacher, or to tell stories about God, or to perform miracles, or to be king of Israel. He was born to reverse the curse that was pronounced in the Garden of Eden.
The curse came upon Adam and Eve when they failed to believe God about the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Turning their back on belief, and then sealing it with an act of disobedience, ushered in immense consequences for them and every one of their descendants. Is it any wonder that Jesus would grow up to say, “Whoever believes in me, though He dies, yet shall He live.”
The sin of unbelief was committed in a garden. Thirty-three years after little Jesus was born, He would enter another garden to deal with the weight of our curse and to give up His life to reverse it. Unbelief brought the curse. Belief in Jesus lifted it.
Every one of us who has embraced this little Savior and believed in Him is no longer cursed ~ but blessed. The theme of our life is not ‘paradise lost’ but ‘paradise restored.’ Barren landscapes, once brown and decayed by sin, are now lush and green. Futility and hopelessness were instantly banished with His words, “It is finished.”
I still believe and choose to act on it. Thank you, baby Jesus. Amen
And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them. Luke 2:9
The shepherds didn’t ask to see the glory of God. They didn’t try to earn it the privilege either. The unmerited favor of God intersected their personal history and brought an experience the likes of which they would never forget. Nothing in the future would eclipse the memory of that night when the heavens opened up and the veil that limited their spiritual eyesight was temporarily lifted.
Are such defining moments possible today for the one who loves God? Yes. There are moments that become mountaintops; encounters that become a Bethel. Don’t settle for monotony. Don’t live on yesterday’s manna. Seek, listen, pursue God relentlessly and the glory of the Lord will be near to you at an unsuspecting time. An ordinary day will be turned upside down as the eternal penetrates the temporal. God’s glory will sofill your field of vision that earth’s trinkets will no longer dazzle your eyes.
Those around you may not see the holy moments but you will. You’ll take your shoes off even as you remember it. In the afterglow, you will live dazed and will tremble in the distraction of the memory. Such is the ecstasy of the one who has seen God pass by.
I want to commune with you in a place that doesn’t need words. Amen
Paul, a servant of Jesus Christ, called to be an Apostle, set apart for the Gospel of God, which he promised before hand through the prophets in the holy scriptures. Romans 1:2
Nearly every time Paul gave a defense for the Gospel, he didn’t start with the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. Since most of his accusers were Jewish leaders, he was intent on showing them that Jesus was connected to their scriptures, the fulfillment of their law. The Torah, which they embraced and knew front to back, had predicted his coming. God was not only the Alpha and Omega, but the God of the in-between. Nothing was random, nothing was haphazard, but each event in history a meticulously conceived plan according to the wisdom of a Sovereign God.
Why was this important to the Jews? Because it’s hard for any of us to completely leave everything familiar and embark on something new. And it wasn’t necessary where the Jews were concerned. They had in their hands (the Torah and the writings of the prophets) the complete revelation of Jesus Christ. To believe on Him was to complete their faith, to be as Abraham looking ahead for the Lamb of God and finding Him in Jesus.
God is the consummate storyteller. The revelation of Jesus in Bethlehem was connected to the plot line in Eden when Adam and Eve sinned. Everything in between followed the story line.
In God’s plot line, there is no such thing as ‘wasted’. Not even our mistakes. Though we know the end of the story revealed in Scripture, the redemptive twists and turns take us by surprise. May I not be like the Jews who failed to recognize Jesus when He stood in front of them. As He orders the events of my day, I ask for the eyesight to see His fingerprints.
After all these years, I am beginning to love my storyline. It is interwoven with Yours, with the cross. Amen
Let’s go back 2,000 years. Together, we are standing in front of an opening to a stable. We look inside and see a young man and woman holding a newborn infant in their arms. Their mood is hushed. The moment is holy – though nearly everyone in Bethlehem fails to notice. We enter, are warmly welcomed, and ask what is so common when visiting friends who have had a new baby. “May I hold him?”
I have held many newborns, but the experience didn’t hold a candle to the sacredness of holding my own two children in my arms. When it’s your baby, how different is it?
If you and I pause to enter the Christmas story, we’re invited to internalize that He’s not just Joseph and Mary’s baby. He’s our baby. “Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given.” Holding him is very personal for us. We know the rest of the story and understand that Jesus was the little lamb of God. He’s been prophesied throughout the Old Testament all the way back to the book of Genesis. Mankind, ever since the fall of Adam and Eve, has desperately sought a way to get rid of our guilt. Our fallen nature eats away at our psyche until we feel like a shell of a person. We are agitated and tormented until our sins can be forgiven by God’s Lamb.
The most challenging things in life are often bittersweet. The pain is there, but so is the presence of Jesus. Against the backdrop of tragedy, beauty arises out of the ashes. This was true even in the stable. The manger and the cross were in each other’s shadow, and Mary pondered the enormity of the implications.
Baby Jesus. My little Lamb of God. Your little Lamb of God. As we caress Him and sing Him lullabies, we’re rocking Holiness.
My Lamb. You are no longer vulnerable but sitting on a throne. Hallelujah.
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