Narnia Redeemed

The Lion of Luzern calls to mind the sacrifice of Aslan

Always winter, never Christmas, Narnia had long been cursed.
A frozen land of cold hard hearts prevailed.
But curses can be broken when a sacrifice is made
by a willing victim heartlessly impaled.

The Christ whose birth we honor (much like Aslan) took our place
so that we might be set free from evil’s hold.
That’s why a cross-shaped shadow can be seen upon the child
as the Virgin Mother rocks Him in the cold.

Judah’s Lion boasts a vict’ry. God’s intention is restored
for the price He paid has canceled what we owe.
The baby grown to manhood gave His life, then robbed the grave,
satisfying One from whom all blessings flow.


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God’s Grace Reaching

To think we can reach Heaven is a stretch

A man’s reach should exceed his grasp.
That, says Browning, is our task.
But when our endless efforts fail
we (empty-handed) pine.

We long for what we can’t attain.
Elusive peace. Release from shame.
But human effort can’t achieve
what God alone can do.

And that is why the Lord came down
(vacating throne and kingly crown)
to humbly woo us to Himself
and gift us with His grace.

Yes, grace is what the Baby brings.
It’s why the angel choir sings.
In Christ our reach is realized.
In Him we find our worth!


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When Life isn’t So Wonderful!

This poignant scene from It’s a Wonderful Life is one we understand

Janie Bailey’s fingers play
while Zuzu, Pete and Tommy pray.
Their daddy George is quite depressed.
Their mom Mary’s concerned.

It’s Christmas Eve and all’s not well.
Just ask ol’ George and he will tell
of conflict, fear and inner angst
from funds that can’t be found.

His Uncle Billy’s absent mind
is why this young dad cannot find
the missing money or the means
to find joy in his world.

And George and Mary aren’t alone.
There’s stress and worry in our homes.
There’s heartache, grief and loneliness
that carols just can’t soothe.

That’s why we face this Christmastime
convinced that life won’t always rhyme.
And since it won’t, we look to One
who came to know to our plight.

In Him of whom the angels sing,
we picture hope amid the sting
of death and loss and chronic pain
to celebrate His birth.


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A St. Nicholas Day Reflection

A framed calligraphy in a local thrift store provided a definition of redemption

Recently I stopped at the Mercer Island thrift store, my favorite shop in town. I was in search of a couple unique items to add to our “Santa Closet.” That’s what we call our guest bathroom when it is decorated with my collection of Santas. My trip was a success. In addition to a couple small miniature Santa figures, I found a reproduction of the original first edition copy of Clement C. Moore’s “The Night Before Christmas.” It was only 99 cents.

But before I left the store, my eyes locked on something I wasn’t expecting. What I saw caught me by surprise. To be honest, it was quite humbling. There on a shelf with other Christmas decorator items was a beautifully framed poem I had written.

The poem, illustrated by a calligrapher friend, was inspired by my favorite holiday movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I loved the way it turned out. I loved it so much I had framed copies made that I sold (along with books I have written about the movie) when I’ve appeared at the annual “It’s a Wonderful Life Festival” in Seneca Falls, New York. That what locals call “the real Bedford Falls.”

But what was my framed poem doing in our local thrift store? Perhaps I had given it as a hostess gift when my wife and I were entertained at some home during the holidays. And because they didn’t like it as much as I did, they dropped it off with other unwanted items. Maybe I had given it to as a birthday present to a resident at the retirement community where I worked as chaplain. When that person passed away, it’s possible their family donated items to the local thrift store when emptying out the apartment.

Humbled by the reality that my gift had likely been discarded, I began to reflect on the how humility is baked into the message of the Christmas story. The teenage mother of Jesus was humbled when told she’d been chosen to give birth to the Son of God. Facing the scorn of townsfolk for being in the family way without the benefit of marriage was far more humbling then than it is today.

Likewise, Joseph was no doubt humiliated when he discovered his fiancé was pregnant. After all, he knew it couldn’t be his child. Swallowing his pride, he chose to stand with Mary although unable to explain her situation to those in his sphere of influence.

The Apostle Paul also connects the concept of humility to the incarnation story. He calls Christ followers to follow His example by being willing to give up their rights and feelings of privilege. He claims that this is what Jesus did by being born a human baby.

In his letter to the first century church in Philippi, Paul writes, “In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature[a] God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature[b] of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross!” (Philippians 2:5-8)

Although initially humbled by finding my framed art in the thrift store, I now was humbled to realize I might be blaming the wrong people. Reflecting on the situation, it occurred to me that I might have inadvertently included that prized item in one of several bags to be donated after cleaning out my garage. Perhaps I was the one responsible. Alexa, how do you spell “egg on my face?”

Well, I wasn’t going to leave my framed IAWL poem at the store. But it was no longer mine to simply take home. To reclaim it, I had to purchase it. I added that which had once been mine to my basket of Santa Closet décor and made my way to the cashier. I had redeemed what I had lost.

Driving home with my reclaimed possession, the thought occurred to me “Redemption is also at the center of the Christmas story, too!” The reason God came to us as one of us was the buy back a treasured possession He couldn’t imagine spending eternity without.


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The Lyrics of Gratitude

One of the most popular Thanksgiving hymns is Come Ye Thankful People Come

“Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go…”

That timeless children’s song celebrates Lydia Maria Child’s childhood memories of visiting her grandfather’s house. Curiously, the original version refers to grandfather’s house (not grandmother’s).

Although the Christmas season is replete with carols and holiday songs, “Over the River” was the only Thanksgiving song I remember singing in school. Fortunately, there were songs that we sang in church that compensated for what was lacking in the classroom.

I love Thanksgiving hymns like “Come We Thankful People Come,” “We Gather Together to Ask the Lord’s Blessing” and “For the Beauty of the Earth.” There is just something about the lyrics to songs like “Now Thank We All Our God” and “All Creatures of Our God and King” that tune our hearts to sing God’s praise.

For me Thanksgiving is defined by feasting on turkey and all the trimmings including Gulliver’s creamed corn (a traditional family favorite) and my wife’s homemade pumpkin pie. It also includes the sharing of personal expressions of gratitude around the table before enjoying football.

All the same no Thanksgiving would be complete without borrowing language from folks like Martin Rinkart, Folliott Pierpoint, Fanny Crosby, Johnson Oatman and St. Francis of Assisi in order to voice my gratitude to God.  The hymns of thanks we sing in church on the Sunday not only call us to worship, they remind us what Thanksgiving is all about.

Forty-five years ago, when I became a pastor in a denomination with Scandinavian roots, I discovered a Thanksgiving hymn I’d not sung in my youth. The melody was quite enchanting, but the words were what captured my heart. They were refreshingly candid. They spoke of pain and problems in the midst of a life of filled with blessings. Rather than ignoring hardship and heartache, the poet acknowledge suffering as part of the human experience.

Two of the stanzas read as follows…

Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered. Thanks for what Thou dost deny!
Thanks for storms that I have weathered. Thanks for all Thou dost supply!
Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure. Thanks for comfort in despair!
Thanks for grace that none can measure. Thanks for love beyond compare!

Thanks for roses by the wayside. Thanks for thorns their stems contain!
Thanks for home and thanks for fireside. Thanks for hope, that sweet refrain!
Thanks for joy and thanks for sorrow. Thanks for heav’nly peace with Thee!
Thanks for hope in the tomorrow. Thanks through all eternity!

Upon doing a little research I learned that “Thanks to God for My Redeemer” (“Tack O Gud”) was originally published in Swedish in 1891. It was written by August Storm, a member of the Stockholm Salvation Army.

In addition, I discovered there was a logical reason why the poet referenced life’s setbacks and disappointments in his hymn of thanksgiving. August Storm’s life, like his name suggests, was beset by the unexpected and undesired just like a late summer deluge. Tragically, he suffered a serious back injury that left him crippled for much of his adulthood. Having experienced suffering and pain as a person of faith, he incorporated these realities in his hymn text.

The hymn was introduced to the American church through Swedish immigrants settled in the States near the turn of the twentieth century. As they experienced the hardships of adjusting to a new country, they clung to songs of their faith and heritage. Especially words that recognized problems as part of the faith journey.

As I come to this Thanksgiving week, I find myself counting my blessings. I am grateful for hymns that help me vocalize my gratitude to God for His goodness. But I am also grateful for challenges life deals me that help me see the faithfulness of God more clearly. And with that in mind, I’m grateful for the words written a long time ago by a man I never met.


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