Third sunday of Advent. Fall on Me (Set Me Free)

I couldn't tell you what Greg talked about in church this morning. Not because I wasn't listening, I was. But once we sang this song and I felt the Holy spirit fall on me, all of what was said didn't matter any more. All my thoughts, the things that had been racing through my mind one moment before fell away. There was just Him, and all of who he is. The wonder of it, that little baby. Mary must have looked at him, as all mothers do, in wonder and awe. Babies are such a miracle anyway, but this one was more than special. This one was God, and He fit in her arms and nursed at her breast, He was God, humbled in His dependancy on her.

Fall on me
Ever so gently
Washing, washing my fithy stains.
Shower me In your love
Breathe on, breathe on these dry bones.
these dry bones
And break these chains
Break these chains
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free Lord
Set me free
Fall on me
Ever so gently
Washing, washing my fithy stains.
Shower me In your love
Breathe on, breathe on these dry bones.
these dry bones
these dry bones
these dry bones
And break these chains
And break these chains
Fall on me Wash me clean
Shower me Breathe on me
Break these chains
And break these chains
And break these chains
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free Lord
Set me free

He did that so that He could fall on me with His spirit. So that all those things that were troubling me, the sorrow and loss of the last year, could become insignificant to the wonder of His miraculous birth. It wasn't that He took it all away but that I could see He was in control. His way of doing things is not my way. They seem as impossible as that birth. But His ways are perfect, not just acceptable or easier, or even harder, but they are perfect. When I let go of my way, my rebellion and my desires, and let Him have his way, I am set free.

So I light the third candle of advent with wonder and awe.