Friday, December 7, 2012

A 'Mary Christmas'


It happens every year
In spite of my intent
That to-do list with iron fist
Insists that I consent

And if I pay no heed
Then I fear that I might
Forget the Worth that came to earth
On that first Christmas night

Why do I rush about
Letting panic increase?
Jesus was born on Christmas morn
To give us hope and peace

And should I never pause
To sit at Jesus knee
Then I have missed His greatest gift
In care’s futility

Will we kneel at His feet
Or fret in flurried fuss?
Will it be a Mary or Martha Christmas?
The choice is up to us

© Janet Martin






At the Home of Martha and Mary: Luke 10:38-42

 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him.  She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things,  but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”


2 comments:

  1. Wow, I had to read that tonight...It is so hard to be a Mary sometimes....:)

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  2. As I wrote this I realized there are so many Marys in the Bible that we can learn from. Seems I need to remind myself every day right now.

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