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Written by Walter Walker, a contemporary author

On Saturday, August 22, 1741, George Frederic Handel, the German-born composer, sat down at his desk in the front room of his house in London. After bowing his head to ask the Lord’s blessing, he wrote at the top of a blank piece of paper, “Messiah.” His quill pen could hardly keep up with the musical notes and harmonies that soon began to flow through his mind. Hour by hour and day by day he wrote. He continued morning, noon, and night. All food placed at his door by servants remained untouched. He finished the first part in seven days, the second part in nine days, and the final part in six days. On September 15, twenty-four days after he began, Handel put the final touches on the closing lines of the Hallelujah chorus. Emerging from his study with tears streaming down his face, he cried out to the startled servant who met him, “I did think I did see all heaven before me and the great God Himself!”

And he shall reign forever and ever. [Revelation 11:15]

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Written by Ruth Grendell from the Village Church

Several years ago, I met a pastor from the church on the Navajo Indian Reservation in Northern Arizona.  We discussed the possibility of taking student nurses to partner with nurses at the hospital, there.  He said there was a sufficient place to stay, a restaurant, and even a multipurpose store nearby!  That summer 15 students and I drove there.  We stayed in a barn that had been converted with small rooms, a bathroom, and a shower.   (Sometimes, a horse would peak through the window.)  We discovered delicious home-made brown bread.  Of course we took several short walks to the store! 

Each day a student went with the home-health care nurse while the others accompanied nurses in the hospital.  Communication was difficult due to the indigenous language, but we managed.  One day we were amazed when the native male fighters “danced “with their arrows.  (We stepped back!)  On our final day, I walked through the hospital and thanked the nurses for sharing their skills with the students.  When I thanked the Charge nurse, she said: “I am a Christian, too.”  I suddenly realized that I had encountered Christ every day.

If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed (John:8:31)

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Written by Carol Arnott, a contemporary Canadian pastor.

I was in a horrible spot; I thought I was having a nervous breakdown. I thought everything in my life was falling apart. I was in the bathroom; I had put the boys to bed because I was feeling depressed. I’m not a depressed type of person, but this night I was feeling really down. I heard an audible voice, and I thought ‘Oh my gosh, it’s my ex-husband, he’s breaking into the house again! … It started and stopped five times. I checked the house thoroughly; there was nothing. Finally, I thought, ‘I must be having a nervous breakdown, I’m hearing voices.’ I threw my toothbrush in the sink and said, ‘Alright, I’ll listen.’ This voice, this audible voice, began to speak the 23rd Psalm from the beginning to the end, ‘The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…’ and it kept on going. About three-quarters of the way through, suddenly I knew it was Jesus. I knew that He loved me. All of the sin that I was in, and all of the pain, and all the anger, and all the problems, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that He loved me just like I was, in that moment in time. I ran to my dresser where I had my confirmation Bible in the drawer in its box. I got it out and I read that 23rd Psalm over and over and over. The more I read it, the more love poured into my heart, the more assurance poured into my heart. Did my circumstances change? Not for a while, but God’s transforming love, that encounter with His presence and His love, changed me forever.

Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. [Psalm 23:6]

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Written by Juan Carlos Acosta, Director of Worship at the Village Church.

I sometimes wonder if the author of this Psalm (below) was a choir director who was tired of the same old songs sung year after year. Christmas Eve worship, in particular, is filled with the well-loved traditions and carols, but as a church musician who has been involved in the making of this music since the age of nine, there are times I too grow tired of the same old songs. Don’t get me wrong, I also get emotional on Christmas Eve as we get to certain verses of songs that are sung every year. I look up at my friends and family in the choir who are also choking back tears as we sing and I know that now it is Christmas. I wonder though, if sometimes the familiarity of the scriptures, the songs, the traditions makes us somehow blind to the beauty and wonder of this story. Can we listen with fresh ears and open hearts to this new song that is Jesus, sung into the world? Can we take up this song like it is both new and familiar so that others may hear? When the opening fanfare on the opening hymn is played on Christmas Eve, will we be ready to meet Jesus?

O sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth. Sing to the Lord; bless His name; tell of His salvation from day to day. Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples. For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised; He is to be revered above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are idols, but the Lord made the heavens. Honor and majesty are before Him; strength and beauty are in His sanctuary. [Psalm 96:1-6]

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Written by Duncan Smith, a contemporary pastor.

The first time that I encountered God was in Colorado at Estes Park. When I heard the gospel preached, when the altar call came, instead of running up to the front, I ran outside the building. As I went stumbling up this mountainside, I literally walked smack into the presence of God. Although He was invisible, I knew I was standing face to face with Jesus and I was in His presence. I hit the deck right there. I just collapsed into the pathway and wept before God as I felt this incredible weight of all of my sin, and yet His incredible love, washing over me. Instead of killing me, He lavished His love on me, and called me His son and called me into His kingdom. I have never ever been the same since.

Every word of God is pure; He is a shield to those who put their trust in Him.    [Proverbs 30:5]

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Written by Teresa of Avila (1515-1582, a Carmelite nun, prominent Spanish mystic, and religious reformer.  This is an excerpt from E. Allison Peer’s book “The Complete Works of Saint Teresa of Jesus.

My soul was growing weary, and, though it desired to rest, the miserable habits which now enslaved it would not allow it to do so. It happened that, entering the oratory one day, I saw an image which had been procured for a certain festival that was observed in the house and had been taken there to be kept for that purpose. It represented Christ sorely wounded; and so conducive was it to devotion that when I looked at it, I was deeply moved to see Him thus, so well did it picture what He suffered for us. So great was my distress when I thought how ill I had repaid Him for those wounds that I felt as if my heart were breaking, and I threw myself down beside Him, shedding floods of tears and begging Him to give me strength once for all so that I might not offend Him…Knowing that the Lord was certainly within me, I would place myself at His feet, thinking that my tears would not be rejected. I did not know what I was saying, but in allowing me to shed those tears He was very gracious to me, since I soon forgot my grief.

Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. [Galatians 5:24]

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Written by John Calvin (1509-1564), a French theologian, pastor, and reformer in Geneva during the Protestant Reformation. This is an excerpt from the preface to his book “Commentary on the Psalms.”

My father intended me as a young boy for theology. But when he saw that the science of law made those who cultivate it wealthy, he was led to change his mind by the hope of material gain for me. So it happened that I was called back from the study of philosophy to learn law. I followed my father’s wish and attempted to do faithful work in this field; but God, by the secret leading of His providence, turned my course another way…When I was too firmly addicted to the papal superstitions to be drawn easily of such a deep mire, by a sudden conversion He brought my mind (already more rigid than suited my age) to submission [to Him]. I was so inspired by a taste of true religion, and I burned with such a desire to carry my study further, that although I did not drop other subjects, I had no zeal for them. In less than a year, all who were looking for a purer doctrine began to come to learn from me, although I was a novice and a beginner.

For you know that we dealt with each of you as a father deals with his own children, encouraging, comforting and urging you to live lives worthy of God, who calls you into his kingdom and glory. [1 Thessalonians 2:11-13].

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Written by Judy Walters from the Village Church.

During my childhood, one of my earliest encounters with Jesus began with a tradition of creating a front door decoration to welcome family and friends to our home during Advent. The scent of fresh greenery from the yard is something I fondly remember.
An exquisite holly tree provided glossy leaves and red berries.  We cut sprigs from pines and evergreen trees, pinecones, boxwood, and variegated ivy, which grew on a wall.  Nature provided a bountiful array of texture and shades of green.  Faux greens and glue guns had not yet been invented, nor were there Michaels and Hobby Lobby to purchase supplies. We used wire and string saved up in the garage from past projects.  The only thing purchased was ribbon, unless we had some left over. I recall such a sense of pride and familial unity as Mother, my sisters and I held the greens, while tying and wiring them together in a pleasing way to make a Swag. Then, we attached a bright red or plaid ribbon.  Our Dad ceremoniously hung it on the door. Each part of the finished piece symbolizes the Christmas story.  Holly represents Christ’s crown of thorns, while the red berries are the Lord’s blood.  Ivy represents the Virgin Mary, while Martin Luther believed that pine, fir, and spruce symbolized immortality and eternal life.  I continue to encounter Jesus each Advent while creating a fresh swag year after year, and listen to a favorite old English carol, “The Holly and the Ivy,” while remembering our family tradition.

For my father’s will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day. [John 6:40]

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Written by Sarah Young, a contemporary author. This is an excerpt from her book “Jesus Calling.”

Try to view each day as an adventure, carefully planned out by your Guide. Instead of staring into the day that is ahead of you, attempting to program it according to your will, be attentive to Me and to all I have prepared for you. Thank Me for this day of life, recognizing that it is a precious, unrepeatable gift. Trust that I am with you each moment, whether you sense My Presence or not. A thankful, trusting attitude helps you to see events in your life from My perspective. A life lived close to Me will never be dull or predictable. Expect each day to contain surprises! Resist your tendency to search for the easiest route through the day. Be willing to follow wherever I lead. No matter how steep or treacherous the path before you, the safest place to be is by My side.

This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. [Psalm 118:24]

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Written by L. B. Cowman (1870-1960), an American author.

During the Civil War, a man had an only son who enlisted in the armies of the Union. The father was a banker and, although he consented to his son’s going, it seemed as if it would break his heart to let him go. He became deeply interested in the soldier boys, and whenever he saw a uniform, his heart went out as he thought of his own dear boy. He spent his time, neglected his business, gave his money to caring for the soldiers who came home invalid. His friends remonstrated with him, saying he had no right to neglect his business and spend so much thought upon the soldiers, so he fully decided to give it all up. After he had come to this decision, there stepped into his bank one day a private soldier in a faded, worn uniform, who showed in his face and hands the marks of the hospital. The poor fellow was fumbling in his pocket to get something or other, when the banker saw him and, perceiving his purpose, said to him: “My dear fellow, I cannot do anything for you today. I am extremely busy. You will have to go to your headquarters; the officers there will look after you.” Still, the poor convalescent stood, not seeming to fully understand what was said to him. Still, he fumbled in his pockets and, by and by, drew out a scrap of dirty paper, on which there were a few lines written with a pencil, and laid this soiled sheet before the banker. On it he found these words:  “Dear Father: “This is one of my comrades who was wounded in the last fight and has been in the hospital. Please receive him as myself. –Charlie.” In a moment all the resolutions of indifference that this man made flew away. He took the boy to his palatial home, put him in Charlie’s room, gave him Charlie’s seat at the table, kept him until food and rest and love had brought him back to health, and then sent him back again to imperil his life for the flag.

Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete. [John 16:24]

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