Sometimes I blog, sometimes I write poems. Sometimes I just write other things!

“I have loved you,” says the Lord.

But you ask, “How have you loved us?”

We read the sacred history of the One who created the heavens and the earth. The light. The sky. The waters. The land.

And as it teemed with living creatures, so He created man, from the dust of the ground, in His likeness. To bear his image.

And it was very good.

But the treachery of sin came to spoil and destroy.

Then, when we consider the heavens, the work of His hands, the moon and the stars which He has set in place.

O what is man that He is mindful of us? When we live so far from who and what He created us to be?

But still: “I have loved you,” says the Lord.

“Behold, I send my messenger, and he will prepare the way before me.”

Yet hark!

There is no sound.

Cradled in 400 years of silence, mankind waits.

And still we ask, “How have you loved us?”

We trail back to the promises.

The Lord himself will give you a sign.

Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son.

He shall be called Immanuel.

Yet hark!

There is no sound.

But the silence of God is not the unfaithfulness of God. Silence is not confusion, lack or indifference – in the quiet we do not find loss of hope or apathy. The pause is not powerlessness or defeat.

Instead – hark!

Do you hear what I hear?

Do you hear the herald angels sing?

Zechariah, gripped with fear, aged and childless listened as God’s promise came forth.

“Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. You will bear a son, ad you are to call him John. He will go on to make ready a people for the Lord.”

The silence broken.

The echo of the prophet of old resounds.

“Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favour with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call Him Jesus.”

O wonderful counsellor, mighty God, everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

“I have loved you,” says the Lord.

So, hark”

How has He loved us?

He sent his one and only son that we might live through Him.