“For among all the wise men of the nations, and in all their kingdoms, there is none like You.”

Jeremiah 10:7 NKJ

I am a person who loves history. The good and the bad, the short and the long. The ugly and the beautiful. Because behind the finger of written history is the hidden trace of God. What was happening in the kingdom at that time? Where was the Spirit being poured out? Who was being obedient, and what were the outcomes of that obedience?

These are the thoughts that I bring to this Advent season. A season of beginnings and hopes. A new birth and a new life promised. God became man and dwelt among us.

Jesus is the One. There is no other central figure in history who came and destroyed dark powers simply by laying His life down and NOT seeking to destroy anyone. For the Gift of God through Jesus, was a Savior High Priest who knew us, and understood our weakness, yet did not cast us aside. He was the one who took water from a fallen woman at a well. The One who wrote in the sand when an adulteress was being accused and who could say, with no judgement, only love, ‘Go, and sin no more.’

This Christmas I would like to share with you this beautiful poem, which sums up the impact of this One, most Amazing Life. Jesus. Our King, our Savior and our Lord. And our Best Friend.

One Solitary Life. By Dr James Allen Francis

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty.

Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn’t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against him. His friends ran away.

He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While he was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had on Earth. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race, and the leader of mankind’s progress. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned put together have not affected the life of man on Earth as much as that One Solitary Life.

God bless you all, beloved, in the close of this 2018. And Merry Christmas

~ Debbie Ecker