Yes, I know it isn’t even Thanksgiving yet; but if I don’t post this now, I’ll probably forget to post it later. Anyway, porcupines seem to be coming into vogue, all of a sudden.
Note that Teddy is eating a gingerbread man. I am sure we’d understand him better, if only he wouldn’t talk when his mouth was full.
All right, it’s a Christmas carol and it’s very, very old–circa 1360. Turn up the volume, listen to it, let it give glory to God… and here’s the story.
God and Satan are playing poker. Having looked at his hand, Satan bets everything he has.
And God says, “All right. I’ll see your world government, your self-anointed experts, your secret police, your corrupt court system, your Global Warming, and all the rest of it. I’ll see you that, and raise you a baby in a manger.”
And Satan folds, busted, finished, done.
You don’t hear many Christmas carols in August. I stumbled over this one this morning, and couldn’t resist posting it–the old Burgundian carol, Pat-a-Pan, performed by David Archuleta… with the first verse sung in the original Burgundian French. How often do you get to hear that?
When I played this, it stirred my soul. Not that I call for every day to be Christmas: that would quickly ruin it. But it’s a good thing to remember, every day, that Jesus Christ Our Savior, Jesus Christ Our King, has indeed come in the flesh, come right into this fallen world of ours–and will surely come again.
In fact, He is already here with us, every day.