Hark the Herald Angels Sing . . . Ah no, it's not Christmas, it's April 23, and Earth Day is officially behind us. But I have to admit, it's been so long since I posted a blog, I feel like I've been lost out of time and space. Perhaps I can re-establish my desire to write short stories by committing to my Rocking Chair Ruminations again.
By-the-way, it wasn't until I wrote "Hark the Herald Angels Sing . . ." that I once more realized the significance of "herald". Angels are, by definition, messengers, but these were heralding the great news of our new born king--what an honor, what a task they were given, to let the world know God was now with Mankind in a way He had not ever been before--He had laid aside His position in the god-head, and took on flesh. And when He finally cried out from the cross "It is finished" and on the third day arose and ascended to Heaven to present His blood on the altar--there was from that moment on through all eternity, a Man in the God-head! Hallelujah! Well, that was worth writing this blog today--made me pretty happy.
I have my dear friend, Dreamweaver (http://northstardreamweaversweb.blogspot.com/), to thank for the inspiration to post a blog again. Hopefully some of you will look up her blog and begin to follow her adventures in life and share your comments.
God is good, All the time; All the time, God is good--if it's good, it's God!