Weeping Wednesday

"My people have become lost sheep; their shepherds have led them astray, they have made them turn aside on the mountains; they have gone along from mountain to hill and have forgotten their resting place.” Jeremiah 50:6

I woke up at 3 AM and was curious what today would be called, following “Cyber Monday and Giving Tuesday” and was surprised to read that today was ‘weeping Wednesday’ as many are feeling bad about how much they put on their cards.  With the beginning of Advent it is a time for gladness that we celebrate the birth of Jesus and a group of people returning to Church for their annual celebration and also a time of sadness as they don’t see the benefits from being in His Word daily.  Billy Graham wrote; “Jesus Christ comes to us every day in the form of Bibles that we do not open or in the form of Churches that we do not attend and also in the form of human need that we pass by.”  As we pray for those who know about Jesus but only desire to come worship Him a couple of times a year, the children in schools where there is a Trinity/HOPE feeding program are a witness to those people who have never heard of Jesus or the reason why they have HOPE instead of living day to day in fear of vodou.  Each of us has a mission this Advent; bring Jesus to the lost.  I am closing with the words from a familiar Christmas song I heard on the radio today.  ‘Celebrate me home’ by Kenny Loggins.  I’ve heard it so many times but never really stopped to read the words…and here they are and may they move you to celebrate somebody home.

“Home for the holidays, I believe I've missed each and every face, come on and play my music, let's turn on the love light in the place; it's time I found myself, totally surrounded in your circles.  Whoa my friends, please, celebrate me home.  Give me a number, please, celebrate me home.  Play me one more song, that I'll always remember, and I can recall, whenever I find myself too all alone, I can sing me home.  Uneasy highway, traveling where the Westerly winds can fly, somebody tried to tell me, but the men forgot to tell me why; I gotta count on being gone, come on woman, come on daddy, be what you want from me, I'm this strong, I'll be weak.  Please, celebrate me home, give me a number; please, celebrate me home.  Play me one more song, that I'll always remember, I can recall, whenever I find myself too all alone, I can make believe I've never gone; I never know where I belong.  Sing me home.  Please, celebrate me home.  Well I'm finally here, but I'm bound to roam, come on celebrate me home.  Please, celebrate me home.”

Dear Heavenly Father, you have called your servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown.  Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.  Amen. 

May God be with you…Jay