24 in Twenty-10 Scripture Memory: Verse #23

Merry Christmas!  I will officially say that now since it’s December 1st. Though the over-zealous in my ‘hood have had their halls, houses and yards decked to the nines since early November… it is only, really, now, officially the “Christmas Season” (for crying out loud).

So I’ll say, again, Merry Christmas!

WELL CAN YOU BELIEVE WE ARE DOWN TO OUR LAST MONTH OF SCRIPTURE MEMORY??!!??!!  The year has flown, but now you can say, along with the Psalmist, “I have stored up your word in my heart…” (Psalm 119:11, ESV).  And quite a storehouse of Scripture it is!  23 verses and one more to go!  I’m so dang proud of each one of you who have taken the challenge to commit to this practice.

My verse for today is from Isaiah 52… and rather appropriate for the (now official) Christmas Season.  Lest we forget… our Savior of the World was announced long before the angels broadcast the news to a bunch of middle-eastern shepherds in the middle of the night.  The pages of Isaiah contain more prophecy heralding the coming of Christ than any other book of the Bible.  These are the verses that I love to pour over during the Advent Season in preparation for Christmas day.  These are the words that our forefathers and mothers in the faith clung to; words many put their hope in but never saw come to pass in their earthly lifetime, but who came face-to-face with in their eternal lives – Glory to God!  Even as I write this I am overcome with emotion and tears at the thought of the precious Lamb who was slain before the foundation of the world… and the reason He came.  Here’s one of my favorites…

Isaiah 52:7

How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”

I pray that you will take time during this Christmas Advent Season to ponder anew the Good News of what the Almighty has done for you.  Without the Cradle there would be no Cross.

In His unfailing love,

xo = P