Today I thought I would forego the usual friday favourite in lieu of a Christmas tribute. When we were in San Diego last month, one of the places we visited was the Mission San Diego de Alcala. With a husband born and raised in D.C., I take pride in the fact that California has old stuff too- 1769 old! Anyway, none of us had been there before, so it was an interesting trip. I love the old Spanish architecture- fountains and courtyards, walled gardens and brick covered in white plaster. But my favourite part of this mission was a series of mosaics depicting the life of Christ. It was so original and modern (I'm not sure how old it is, but it's not original to the building), with the striking colors and simple outlines. It tells a story perfectly, without words. So, in honor of Christmas, when we celebrate Light coming down to our dark world, here is a little story for you...
And I know this is more "Easter-y," but this song just kills me. If you haven't yet heard John Mark Mcmillan, this is my gift to you. His song writing astounds me; he's like the Milton of Christian worship writers (can you guess what I studied in college?).
Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls on men she craved
Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious Love would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained
On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave
So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule
Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled a new
(chorus 2x)
He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all
Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope it is a blessed time remembering what is truly important this holiday season.
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