I’ve a home beyond the river, I’ve a mansion bright and fair;
I’ve a home beyond the river, I will dwell with Jesus there.
When it’s been raining heavily, and the sun breaks through the dark clouds, the rainbow appears in the sky. It’s as if a little bit of Jesus is in the air, for Jesus was a rainbow between heaven and earth.
The Christmas Mystery
The angel watch shows that 602 years have passed since Jesus was born. At this time, and throughout the Middle Ages, the Christian Church had two different capitals. The one is Rome, and the other is Byzantium at the entrance to the Black Sea.
But didn’t they believe the same things?
On the whole, yes, but they showed it slightly different ways. People have come and gone, and church traditions and services has come and gone too, even though the start of it all was something that happens one Christmas night in Bethlehem, the city of David.
Impuriel ruffled his wings and said, ‘Yes, indeed! For the was only one Mary and only one Christ-child. Since then many millions of images of Mary and the Christ-child have been painted and fashioned, and none of them are alike. For even though there was only one Christ-child, every person’s imagination is a little different.
‘A whole field of churches!’ repeated Impuriel. ‘It would be fun to work out how many kilos of stone and timber have been used to celebrate Jesus’ birth, not to mention how many cakes have been baked or now many parcels have been packed. Christmas is the world’s biggest birthday party, for everybody in the whole world is invited to join in. That’s why the party has lasted for so many years.
The Christmas Mystery
Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the Child of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His Divine manhood. While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying—and that was His coat. When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Such was His human life—He rises from the dead. Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the Centerpiece of the human race and the Leader of the column of progress. I am within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever were built, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that One Solitary Life.
James C. Hefley
Yes I will run the race,
Till I see Your face.
Not by might, not by power,
But by the spirit of God.