Who Is He?

December 20, 2015

This week I share with you a poem to ponder as we make ready to celebrate God’s gift of love to us.

It was a stone manger,
That place where he lay;
Not a fine oaken cradle,
But a box filled with hay.
His mother sang to him
Suckling her breast,
While shepherds came kneeling
At angels behest.
Is this the Messiah?
Not a king, but a child?
Just like our children
In a world just as wild.
Does God really want us
To follow this boy?
Can he be the Saviour
Who has not one toy?
The hopes of the world,
Invested in pain,
Will not bring another;
There’s nothing to gain
In pining and searching,
In warring and strife;
For God’s gift of love
Came in that helpless life.

Rev. John Shearman
Christmas 2003