Today we sang this poem as a Hymn in church, I was touched by it, and though the poem is called a Christmas Poem, to me it is more of a New Years and Easter rebirth type of poem...
Sometimes we speak of turning a new leaf to mean changing our ways, repenting and beginning anew... but this poems points out that in some ways we need to let the OLD and the sinful nature we have experienced in the past not to merely be on some page in our past, but that we should let it utterly die and fade away, that we might not just begin a new page, but begin our personal story again, in a new book... To me this is refreshing becouse so many time people repent and yet wallow in the memories and pain of there past sins and mistakes. This poem says to let them die.
Now we all have a big list of things we wish we could change, and I am with you in that desire, but I feel we need to approach this in a new way instead of a huge list that overwhelms and keeps us from success. Let us instead write our list, then refine it with the categories of good better and best, and allow ourselves to prioritize first working on the Best or what is most important at the time, leaving the better and the ,merely good for later...
As for our future when we are given the option of so many things as we are now...
Choose the Good part...
In Luke Chapter ten (KJV):
¶ 38 Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.
39 And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word.
40 But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her
therefore that she help me.
41 And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
42 But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
May our Heavenly Father Bless you as you begin life anew... with the new year...
God Bless you everyone,
M. Emmett Townsend
Ring out, wild bells -
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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