everyday is a journey.
A good man prolongs his life;
to be able to enjoy one's past
life is to live twice.
—Martial
As the Christmas Season approaches, I find myself becoming bogged down in the details. I need to get the Christmas cards done and mailed. I need to finish my gift shopping. I need to prepare a menu. I need to get the house in order. I need, I need, I need. It seems that every Holiday begins this way, just a constant list of things I need to get done to make this Holiday as perfect as possible. Jesus entry into this world was far from perfect. He was delivered in a stable on a cold Wintery night. He was laid upon a bed of straw with the animal's breath to keep Him warm. He was the perfect part of this great miracle of life that we received upon His birth. He sealed our salvation upon that cross on Calvary.
The following poem is a small reminder during probably one of the most chaotic and busiest times of the year, what a small Babe in a manger has done for us. I don't know what it is about this poem, but it touches me deeply where I cannot finish the entirety of it without tears welling up. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have.
The Cross In My Pocket
By: Mrs. Verna Mae Thomas
I carry a cross in my pocket
a simple reminder to me
of the fact that I am a Christian
no matter where I may be.
This little cross is not magic
nor is it a good luck charm.
It isn't meant to protect me
from every physical harm.
When I put my hand in my pocket
to bring out a coin or key
the cross is there to remind me
of the price he paid for me.
It reminds me too, to be thankful
for blessings day by day
and to strive to serve Him better
in all that I do and say.
It's also a daily reminder
of the peace and comfort I share
with all who know my Master
and themselves to His care.
So, I carry a cross in my pocket
reminding no one but me
that Jesus Christ is Lord of my life
if only I'll let Him be.
Have a blessed day everyone.
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