A Merry Christmas Easter or is it a Happy Easter Christmas

on Monday, April 4, 2011 at 11:51am

Do you ever sit and think about the complete innocence of God. Not a lack of knowledge innocence but the innocence of not having anything "bad" in Him.  Maybe that is why children can understand Him better, we put too much of ourselves into our "understanding" of who He is. Sometimes we cannot understand how he could forgive or even want to save anyone that does "bad" things.  Christmas always makes me think of Easter. For me they always go together.  God sent this precious baby more innocent than any other baby ever had been or could be.  A God that laid down His crown to come and dwell with us. Someone who let go of all so He could give it to us. Knowing that we would break it.  And not only did he step down from on high, but he chose the deepest most desperate place to stay. A homeless place, a place without address or notice. Just a place to store the animals for the night. A place of little comfort, of animal smells and animal sounds. A place of earth and sod. Nothing fancy, no kingly robes, no princely bed, no silk covering beneath his head.  A bed from where the animals ate, probably opened up to the night. a lowly place

His father a carpenter. I think a lot about as a child. How he worked. How calloused his hand. How he would never have shirked his work.  How other treat kindly people of today. Especially how my mom felt about kind people.  Like they were made for he to take advantage of. I wonder sometime how bad it would have been for Him growing up. Other kids calling him "Mr. goodie two shoes."  Why would it have been harder for those that knew him to believe in Him.  He was after all born as God. I also think about when he was 12.  How many other times had he wandered off to "chat" with others about his heavenly Father.  How many times had he gotten into trouble for it.  Were His parents so busy with other things on their mind that if they had been paying attention they would have know He had stopped to talk.  Had he actually told them where he would be and they were not listening.  Because remember He is God. He was without sin.

I'm an observer, a listener more so as a kid then now. But it is still amazing what you see if you just watch other.  For instance how many people actually do not pay attention to their kids.  People who can get the eyes off their phone and then wonder how they child got into trouble when they only look down for a minute.  All of us do. We get focused on something and lose track of time.. But I don't think Jesus ever did. I think when sin meets one without sin.  They works like a magnet and repels.  so what happens when "without sin" is forced to live with "sin"?

I was thinking of how I would wander off, when we went camping.  I just wanted to be alone. I crave being alone. Alone when I hear God best. Alone is when I don't have to be afraid of interruptions. Of whose doing what and why.  Alone means it's just me and God and no one can interfere.  So yeah most of the time I love being by myself.  I just realized I'm saying alone when I mean alone with God.  I love those times with Him. Actually maybe treasure is a better word as there are times when I really am frustrated or tired and cranky but God lets me get it all out and He surrounds me with Who He is.  Okay back to the subject. I "wandered" off as my mother called. Only I was really wandering. I wanted a place where mom wasn't and God was. I wanted a place of peace and quiet where no one could interrupt me. Especially if all I wanted to do was to think.  It is funny how many people think there is something wrong if you are staring off into space or I've been told I will actually stare hard at people. which I should apologize to if I have ever made you feel that way.  Because basically I was just thinking and if I am awake my eyes are open and I guess they need to look at something.  but usually if I am "staring" I am probably not seeing. At least not what I am staring at.  I get so lost in my thought and processing of things that God gives me I just go off somewhere in my brain and that is what I was doing the day I "got lost". I wasn't lost but I did loss complete track of time and got into quite a bit of trouble once Daddy found me laying beside a stream with my fingers in the water just watching the water go by.  What was I doing.  talking to God.  Why was I there, because it was quiet and I was hidden from interruptions and I wanted to be alone.  Once my parent figured out i was hurt or sick, I got the lecture about wandering off and of course mom had to tell me about getting attacked by something rabid or ferocious, didn't really work but I guess it made her feel better.  I was sorry I worried them. But going off and telling them where I was going usually resulted in being forbidden from leaving or in being interrupted or in someone going with me.  So I wouldn't ask as I got older I learned how to work the travel clock alarm so I could set the timer. which of course meant I got into trouble for taking the clock. "what if you lost it then what would we do"  Seriously why do you need an alarm clock on vacation. (this would be where I would roll my eyes and get slapped across the face)

Actually none of this sounds Godly at all in fact it makes me sound like a real snot. But it was the only way i could be with God when mother was around. She was so jealous of dad's time with Him I wasn't about to tell her I was spending time with Him too. As a sinner do you think I was doing it to spite. I don't think so but I know she thought it.  Mainly because anything we did that wasn't Katherine centered was pretty much something that needed to be punished.  But all this makes me wonder. How often did Christ get scolded or spanked or whatever because