Eye hath not seen...

Whenever I read Luke 2, I'm amazed by it's beauty; it seems to sing the story of the Christ child, a complete cantata of peace and open arms all wrapped in swaddling and laid carefully in His Word.

I wonder how words that seem to be a little awkward from translation,can flow so easily across the page. It's not the grammar of today's common literature, but strewn with never ending comas and strange sentence structure.

Yet it sings.

Following forgotten soul paths hidden from the natural eye. Maybe Paul said it best, when he said,

"And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man’s
wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power:"

Luke 2 is perhaps, one of the most well-known scriptures, discussed and deciphered yearly in sermons and around Christmas trees. What is left that hasn't already been said?

Yet I return.

Every year my eyes slip through the familiar story.....searching.....not for something new, instead seeking the familiar, sometimes misplaced, and receiving....finding peace renewed.

"That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.....But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him."