Christmas Soldiers of Compassion

Why the Salvation Army deserves our support

You are soldiers of compassion
on the front lines of despair.
You are armed with love and mercy
with an aim to truly care.

You’re a band of brothers, sisters
marching to a different drum,
making music with your service,
giving hope to helpless ones.

You are General Booth’s descendents
with a uniform desire
to reach out just like the Savior
to the poor, displaced and tired.

When we go about our shopping,
we can hear the bells you ring.
But as coins clink in your kettles,
God himself begins to sing.

May you sense the Father’s presence
as you serve in Jesus’ name.
Let the Spirit crown your efforts
though the world denies you fame.

Christmas.com

A look at the meaning of the Incarnation through the windows of technology

Long ago in a land far away
an illegal operation was performed
and the human hard drive crashed.

Upon rebooting,
a garden variety virus was detected.
Lacking any means of self-repair,
mankind with mice in hand
clicked in vain.

But the Creator would not let
the unique technology
He’d designed remain inoperative.
Gazing through the windows
of eternity future,
He wrote a software program
He labeled “grace.”

Although it was the perfect antidote
for the virus of sin,
this program had to be downloaded
before its benefits would take effect.
Proof that the download
had been successfully achieved
was seen in the icon of God’s image
that appeared on humanity’s desktop.
 
Curiously, God did not choose
maximum modem speed
with which to connect to His world.
Although He had created outer space,
He didn’t choose cyberspace
as the means by which
he would highlight his love.
Neither did he download himself
digitized on a 19 inch color monitor.

The incarnation was not virtual reality.
In RealTime the Almighty actually entered
into time and space
through the available port
of a virgin’s womb.

Thus, the pace at which
grace came to us
was not instantaneous.
It was the length of time
it typically takes
to grow what love conceives.

And what the Creator conceived
needs no upgrade.
The anti-virus program
is a person who remains the same
yesterday, today and forever.
This Christmas
Jesus the Christ
is just a faith-click away.

I’m Dreaming of a Right Christmas

Examining the injustice of religious tolerance

I’m dreaming of a right Christmas
when those who love the left
will hate the freedoms then allowed
of which I’m now bereft.

Like seeing live nativities
lit up on city squares
or saying “Merry Christmas, sir”
without it seeming rare.

Like hearing carols at the mall
instead of “winter songs.”
Why is it Frosty rates so high?
Is Silent Night so wrong?

It’s bad that I can’t find Good Yule
on Hallmark greeting cards
while Hanukkah and Kwanzaa ones
are there. It’s so bizarre.

The Christians’ fest is pot-shot prone
chalked up to tolerance.
Yet other faiths are bullet-proof.
I think that’s kinda nuts.

The liberty to practice faith
is guaranteed to most.
But if it’s thought you’re born-again,
you might as well be toast.

And so I dream of Christmases
that won’t be a nightmare.
A day when what the law allows
is true for freedom’s heirs.

Post-Christmas Reflections on a World Deprived of Joy

Two special edition poems in memory of the tsunami victims and Reggie White

The Conundrum of Christmas Carols
How can we sing when the world is weeping?

From silent night to deafening roar
as waves of terror washed ashore.
The product of a monstrous quake
left countless lifeless in its wake.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
but soon those soft sounds went away.
Instead I heard loud screams of fear
that all around the globe could hear.

O little town of Bethlehem,
please weep for those who’ve lost their lambs
for once you knew such wordless grief
when death prowled like a heartless thief.

Joy to the World seems out of place.
Our planet’s stunned and tries to brace
for untold sorrow still to come
as graves are filled in one by one.

Georg Friderik Handel’s Comfort Ye
makes better sense to you and me.
It is a lyric forged in pain
in which Emmanuel speaks our name.

O Come, O Come Emmanuel
be near to those who feel like Hell
has found its way to where they live.
Give hope as only You can give.

Remembering Reggie
A tribute to one of the NFL’s greatest players.

They called him the Minister of Defense.
And it made sense.
Whether an Eagle, Packer or Panther,
he led his congregation of defenders
with an inspired word, articulate grace
and an upfront commitment
others attempted to follow.
His name was White
His skin was black.
But race was not his game.
Football was his calling.
It’s what his life was about.
But there’s no doubt
the gridiron was more than just sport for Reggie.
It was his ministry.
It was where his God-given talent was invested
and where life’s ultimate issues were tackled.
On the field he brought his faith to bear
scrimmaging against ego, anger and greed
as well as mediocrity, pain and materialism.
As iron sharpens iron, so his life touched others
both on and off the turf.
It’s why he suited up each Sunday
Still he refused to wear his religion on his sleeve.
It’s why he let down during the week
insisting to show his approachability to kids
who sought his autograph or the click of a Kodak.
Whether winning or losing,
choosing to serve others by serving Christ
was Reggie’s overriding concern.
It’s what has earned him an irreplaceable place
among his teammates, in the entire NFL
and in the hearts of fans the world over.
Peace be to his memory!

The Night Before Christmas

Contemplating Christ’s nativity and global conflict

On this night before Christmas
those car bombs still blast.
The peace the Prince promised
is not coming fast.

There’s bloodshed in Baghdad.
There’s hate in Ukraine.
The conflicts in Israel
seem never to wane.

In bleak North Korea
a madman’s in charge,
while deep within Africa
tensions loom large.

And in our own nation
the deficit’s deep.
A blanket of terror
keeps millions from sleep.

The jobless and homeless
can’t sing Silent Night.
They’re hopeless and joyless.
Their prospects aren’t bright.

We churn for our children,
afraid what’s in store.
With gangs, drugs and violence,
they have their own war.

Emmanuel’s birthday
is shrouded by fear.
It seems we’ve forgotten
that He is still near.

For though it appears
that at times there’s no God
and all of this holiday hoopla’s
a fraud,

the truth of this season
can’t just be dismissed.
The message of Christmas
says we’re on God’s list.

He feels what we’re feeling.
He grieves when we grieve.
He won’t leave us lonely
on this Christmas Eve.

The best gift He offers
is peace in our hearts.
And when we unwrap that
the world peace thing starts.