Twas the night before Jesus came |
There seems to be
no greater story that fascinates us like the story of the birth of Jesus
Christ. How does God become man…in the most unlikely way. In so many ways I
think His return will happen in just the same way.
Although prophesied
for hundreds and thousands of years before— (Gen 3:15, Mic 5:2, Isa 7:4, 14,
Hos 11:1, Isa 9:6, 2 Sam 7:12-13, Ps 45:6-7)
He was
received only by a handful, because He came in the most unlikely way for a
king.
However when He
comes back the second time, He will be more recognizable because He will come
back with a royal shout…(1 Thes 4:16, Rev 7)
not as a baby but
as a warrior and king…with the government on His shoulder…called wonderful
counselor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father and the prince of peace (Isa
9:6)
I think the celebration
of Christmas brings to life the beautiful assurance of another kingdom—the Messianic
Kingdom when God comes again to earth and becomes king over all the earth and
lives with us and causes all things to become new (Zeph 3:29).
…and He will reign
on earth 1000 years before He destroys Satan, death and his enemies once and
for all, bringing a new heaven and new earth to us…the world becomes perfect
again and we who had believed in Him before our death or before His second
coming, live happily ever after with God, this is how the world ends, what
a comfort as you celebrate Christmas, knowing that it only gets better for those who will dare to believe in this Baby in a manger (Rev 20, 21, 22)
Outside
of the Bible itself, this little beautiful poem allows us to envision the
reality of Emmanuel—God with us…this time not as a Baby to be our Savior, but
as a Warrior to be our King—"Twas the night before Jesus".
'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came'
written by Unknown Author
'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed.
Not once ever
kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was
watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter.
I sprang to my
feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore
open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels
proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a
bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!
The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus!
returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and
wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the
name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When
He said "it's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to
take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound.
While
all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long
and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh,
if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of
this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's
only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true
after all!
[Just
like He came as a baby—Christmas being the Pre-show; Please make Him Lord of
your life and be ready for His second coming—the final show].