bring me a star.
glistening and pure.
one that REALLY shines.
light bursting everywhere.
let's take our sinew and muscle
and set jaws, with fire burning in our
souls, and push through the pain
into radiant freedom and exorbitant
joy and light,
it is Christmas.
white and pure and humbling.
Jesus, our Star, was born.
just for us. that, ultimately, what
was red as crimson can be as white
as snow.
bring me the Star.
i want to be like Him.
the bank at the grocery store
showed i had almost NOTHING in
my account. six days before Christmas.
with tears in my eyes,
i was driving out of the parking
lot when i saw a woman with a sign:
HELP! i pulled over to her. pushed
the window down.
tell me about you.
where you need help.
i just know you are a single
mother like me.
she smiled.
yes. with three sons.
i've tried everything, but
it's Christmas.....
i know. i know, i said.
turned the car around.
back to the bank.
there's a single mother
outside that is desperate.
she seems authentic.
Jesus says unto the least of these...
the hungry, the naked, the abandoned...
we are to love. so, i've returned to get a
little money for her.
ann!!!
the bank teller looked at me.
you hardly have any yourself.
i know. but just a little. i feel
destitute like her. i don't want
to miss Jesus' strong arm of love.
i found the woman.
put the folded cash in
her hand. remember, i tell her,
God's arm is never too short.
and He loves you.
my friend,
judy silverstein,
was telling me that God
uses the weak, and makes
them strong. the unknown.
He raises them to noble assignments
if they are humble. AND, God uses the
strong, but He must break them first
because He will share His glory with no one.
no bragging Christmas letters.
no overlooking of the needy.
no burden of being too busy for
God.
king david.
gideon.
the disciples.
abraham.
isaac
jacob
moses
crushed to be annointed
by the Star. the King of Kings.
three hours after i returned home,
begging God to give my children a
Christmas. all of them coming home.
all of them so incredibly loving to their mother.
three hours, and a knock at my front door.
a beautiful friend i have barely met.
an envelope in her hand. MUCH more
than i gave the woman by the store.
falling prone on my face
with such joy and gratitude and humility.
my friend falling to the floor. lying next to me.
our faces buried in the carpet. crying.
praying. praising God for the Star.
because of the Star,
we can partner with Him in
pouring His love and redemption
over our neighborhoods.
bring me the Star
that i may, somehow,
be holy like Him. beauty
for ashes. joy for mourning.
oh, Star, i come. i come.
4 comments:
Hello, Ann,
I was so thrilled to find your website & blog today. As always, your words left me in tears, examining what opportunities I might have missed to be a blessing. I ordered some of your books and can't wait to get them to re-read & pass along to my daughters. Yours was one of the very first books I read after coming to know Jesus when I was a young teenager growing up in a home that did not honor God. How your books encouraged me! Thank you for your courage, honesty, and never-ending quest to be Jesus to others. I want to be Jesus in an "ml suit."
I cried when I read this. Thank you so much for sharing from your heart.
Hi Ann: I was sooooo happy to find your website and blog when I googled your name. I read all your books I could get my hands on when I was younger. I loaned my collection of books to someone and never got them back. Oh, how I miss them! I remember you said something in your book (I think) and I was trying to remember if I had it right or not (that's why I goggled your name). "Determination through the hundreds of ordinary days, when you feel like giving up. It pays to be true. It pays to hang on. It pays to look to Jesus. And, He'll surprise you with special moments." Do I have it right? I memorized this as a teenager and have clung to it all those years (I just turned 50).
"crushed to be annointed
by the Star. the King of Kings."
"because of the Star,
we can partner with Him in
pouring His love and redemption
over our neighborhoods.
bring me the Star
that i may, somehow,
be holy like Him. beauty
for ashes. joy for mourning.
oh, Star, i come. i come."
How wonderful that God provides...and especially at Christmas time! OH HOLY NIGHT!
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