advent journal: emmanuel

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    The sun is gone and darkness is settling down here. We’re off soon to a potluck dinner at church and then a service together. Later, Ginger, Jay, and I will go to the midnight service of lessons and carols in Duke Chapel (Jay and I are even going to sing in the choir!). This year, I’m deeply grateful for the reality of the Incarnation. These are days in which living as a human being doesn’t come easy for me; to think our God chose to join us leaves me feeling less alone, even less depressed.

    Emmanuel, God with Us
    (Amy Grant, Chris Eaton, Robert Marshall)

    We dim the light
    We stoke the fire
    We breathe the ever-green
    Young ones wait
    While the old ones make up
    Tales of how it used to be

    China dolls, candy corn
    Painted wooden toys
    Treasures found to the wondrous sound
    Of carolling the Savior
    Born to us on Christmas morn

    Emmanuel, God with us
    Emmanuel
    Emmanuel, God with us
    The son of Israel

    And still he calls through the night
    Beyond the days of old
    A voice of peace to the weary ones
    Who struggle with the human soul

    All of us travelers
    Through a gvien time
    Who can know what tomorrow holds
    But over the horizon
    Surely you and I will find

    Emmanuel, God with us
    Emmanuel
    Emmanuel, God with us
    The son of Israel

    And the years they come
    And the years they go
    Through we may forget somehow
    That the child once born in Bethlehem
    Is still among us now

    Merry Christmas.

    Peace,
    Milton

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