Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Spirit of Christmas

It happens to me every year. A moment... a point in time when the true Spirit of Christmas enters my heart just as surely as if it is a physical occurrence. It may spring forth from something I see, or something I hear. I never know when or why it will happen, but every year for as far back as I can remember it simply does.

Last night as I sat in the bleachers of the local Middle School Gym, a young French Horn player came to the front to play her part as the guest Soloist of the evening. She played a Trio of traditional Christmas Carols each of which I know and love. The last, was Silent Night. As I sat and listened to the beautiful melody fill the room and resound all around happened.
My heart and mind were still and quiet and I heard it, the message. Delivered as the notes spoke in a crystal clear voice...A gift to be given. A gift in the form of the most precious of all creations...a baby. An innocent gift of life and peace to anyone who would willingly accept it. An immeasurably sacrificial gift that goes beyond my power of comprehension: For God so loved the world, he gave his ONLY begotten son... John 3:16.
I cried...because I know I am not worthy to accept such a priceless gift, and yet I am so grateful to be a recipient.


Hope said...

All in agreement with your mind, my heart and my soul say, "AMEN!" So beautifully written and so very true!
I sometimes feel the least worthy of all but I'm so happy He loved me anyway!
Thank you for sharing that, Rhonda. I guess my "moment" came a little earlier than yours. I have been feeling first nostalgic, then spiritual, back and forth or both at once! It's a good feeling even though I've cried a bucket of tears!!

Penny @ Lavender Hill Studio said...

How wonderful! Thank you for this lovely post Rhonda. I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas.

Meggie said...

Beautiful post, Rhonda. Thanks!

Kathleen Grace said...

I am right there with you Rhonda:>) We are truly blessed by the gift God gave us wrapped in swaddling clothes so long ago. God bless you and Merry Christmas!

Thirkellgirl said...

I'm a crier, too. Music just flips a switch that makes the tears flow. Hark The Herald Angels Sing is devastating. Fortunately, we go to a "modern" church and this past Sunday's version was more along the lines of Hark The Herald Head-Bangin' Rockin' Rollin' Angels Screech, so I was able to enjoy the words without the stream of tears.
Thanks for stopping by my blog, btw! That Penny sure knows a lot of people! She could be at the top of any pyramid scheme, huh? :)

Melissa @ The Inspired Room said...

Yes! This was BEAUTIFUL! We sure were on the same wavelength! I am so glad you wrote this, because I felt so much the same way this week. It is interesting to hear you describe exactly how I feel from your perspective. Gives me chills!

Thanks so much for sharing this, Rhonda.

Christmas blessings to you and your family,

Dena ~ swaddlecottage said...

Such a beautiful post Rhonda :) Wishing you and your family a very blessed and Merry Christmas.


Back Through Time said...

I really enjoyed this post, you did a wonderful job:-)
I hope you and your family have wonderful holiday season.
Merry Christmas!

Cottage Contessa said...

Oh Rhonda sweetie, such a beautiful post. Thank you. And sweetie, you are worthy. Luv ya!
Amanda (aka Cottage Contessa)

Sandra said...

You cried, and now I'm crying. That was such a beautiful post Rhonda, thank you so much for reminding us of the huge sacrifice the Lord made for us.

Merry Christmas!

Counting Your Blessings said...

Sometimes it seems that a bowed head or a bended knee just isn't enough to show how lowly I am without His grace! Blessings... Polly

BellaColle said...

Oh my gosh..its Thursday..and I just posted about the same thing...didn't even vist till now! amazing! Amen Sister!

BittersweetPunkin said...

What a lovely post Rhonda...I know what you mean. This season is a time of reflection for me and I could almost cry on demand these days!

bj said...

Rhonda, I have felt this during the Christmas season as well as other times during the year. I become so overwhelmed with all HE has done, is doing and will do for us and how unworthy I feel that I just start crying. I cry at the drop of a hat grandchildren are in awe of how easily it happens with me. Thanks for sharing your feelings, as well.
hugs and tears,