Monday, 26 December 2022

The Name Jesus



“When the eighth day came and the child was to be circumcised, they gave him the name Jesus, the name the angel had given him before his conception.”

Luke 2:16-21

When I was pregnant with my children, I remember how stressful it was to think of names for each of them. In this week’s Gospel that is not the case for Mary, the name Jesus has already been predestined and predetermined by God who is with us always.

Before I was pregnant, I had names already picked out and no one could change my mind even myself, I wanted to name my son Owen and my daughter Stephanie however they both ended up with different names so, obviously I changed my mind throughout the nine months of both pregnancies. I suppose that goes to show it’s not my plan but God’s plan, or fate or destiny’s plan for both my children. Especially when I think of my son because the night before I had him, I was watching the rugby league semifinals and I leant over to my husband and I whispered, “let’s reverse his name, his middle name can be his first name and his first name can be his middle name.”  And his name is perfect for him it means “priceless, flourishing or praiseworthy.” It also is a name that has strong Christian influence.

In fact, all our names have meaning, Katie is of Greek origin meaning ‘pure.’ Or Laura is of Latin origin meaning “the bay or a Laurel plant.” So, what does Jesus mean? Jesus, means savior, we read this in the last Sunday of Advent from Matthew 1:18-24 “she will give birth to a son, and you must name him Jesus, because he is the one who is to save his people from their sins.”

So, what is in a name? Do our names mean that we have a purpose? What is our purpose?

It is obvious that Jesus had a purpose and that was to save us from our sins.

Purpose is the reason something is done or the reason something exists. So, our names are very important, they are powerful, they define and identify who we are, our names matter remember that.

Proverbs 22:1

“A good name is more desirable than great wealth, the respect of others is better than silver or gold.”

When I think of the meaning of my name, I laugh a little because I don’t think myself to be pure. But I believe I am working on becoming pure by opening myself up more to God, drawing nearer to him in prayer and meditation.

Because like Mary, I would like to take the time to treasure all the things I hear and see and ponder them all in my heart. For, I know that I belong with Jesus, with Jesus I am home and at peace.

“From my sins turn away your face and blot out all my guilt. A pure heart create for me, O God, put a steadfast spirit within me

Psalm 50:11-12.”

You see God has blessed us with his mercy, he is gracious, and he has shed a light upon us. We will call his name, and we shall be blessed.

I used to worry that no one would remember me or know my name, but it doesn’t bother me anymore because what is important and what speaks to my heart is knowing that God knows my name, he calls me and you by name. To me that is a blessing and great news.

Isaiah 43:1

“Do not be afraid, for I have redeemed you; I know you by your name, you are mine.”

 

Now, will we remember the name of Jesus? Will we call down the name of Jesus?

Numbers 6:22-27

“The Lord spoke to Moses and said, ‘say this to Aaron and his sons. “This is how you are to bless the sons of Israel. You shall say to them.

May the Lord bless you and keep you.

May the Lord let his face shine on you and be gracious to you.

May the Lord uncover his face and bring you peace.”

This how they are to call down my name on the sons of Israel, and I will bless them.’

The word of the Lord.

Thanks be to God.”

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Written and created by Katie Robinson

 

Thursday, 15 December 2022

Poem 12 Twelfth Night Carol

 

Our twelfth poem is Twelfth Night Carol, now there is no author written but research shows it is by William Shakespeare.

Twelfth Night Carol

Here we come a-whistling through the fields so green; Here we come a-singing, so fair to be seen.

God send you happy, God send you happy, Pray God send you’re a happy New Year!

Bring out your little table and spread it with a cloth, bring out your jug of milk, likewise your Christmas loaf.

God send you happy, God send you happy, Pray God send you a happy New Year!

God bless the master of this house; God bless the mistress too; and all the little children that round the table go.

God send you happy, God send you happy, Pray God send you a happy New Year!

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Created by Katie Robinson

Poem 11 Rooster crow at Christmas

 

Our eleventh poem is by William Shakespeare

Rooster crow at Christmas

(From Hamlet)

Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated, the bird of dawning singeth all night long.

And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; the nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, no fairy tales, nor witch hath power to charm, so hallowed and so gracious is the time.

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Created by Katie Robinson

 

Poem 10 A Singing in the Air

 

Our tenth Poem is by James Stephens

A Singing in The Air

(From Christmas at Freeland’s)

A snowy field! A stable piled with straw! A donkey’s sleepy pow!*

A Mother beaming on a Child! A Manager, and a munching cow!

-These we all remember now- and airy voices, heard afar! And three Magicians, and a Star!

Two thousand times of snow declare that on the Christmas of the year there is a singing in the air.

And all who listen for it hear a fairy chime, a seraph strain, telling he is born again, -that all we love is born again.

*(An old Scottish word meaning ‘head’)

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Created by Katie Robinson

Poem 9 Robin's Song

 

Our ninth poem is by Rodney Bennett.

Robin’s Song

Robins sang in England, frost or rain or snow, all the long December days endless years ago.

Robins sang in England before the legions came, before our English fields were tilled or England was a name.

Robins sang in England when forests dark and wild stretched across from sea to sea and Jesus was a child.

Listen! In the frosty dawn from his leafless bough the same brave song he ever sang A robin’s singing now.

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Created by Katie Robinson

Poem 8 Joseph and Jesus

 

Our eighth poem is by Robert Graves (from the Spanish.)

Joseph and Jesus

Said Joseph unto Mary, ‘Be counselled by me: Fetch your love child from the manger, for to Egypt we must flee.’

As Mary went a-riding up the hill out of view, the ass was much astonished how like a dove he flew.

Said Jesus unto Joseph, who his soft check did kiss: ‘There are thorns in your beard, good sir. I asked not for this.’

Then Joseph brought to Jesus hot paps of white bread which, when it burned that pretty mouth Joseph swallowed in his stead.

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Created by Katie Robinson

 

Poem 7 Before the Paling of the Stars

 

Our seventh poem is Before the Paling of the stars by Christina Rossetti.

Before the Paling of the Stars

Before the paling of the stars, before the winter morn, before the earliest cock crow, Jesus Christ was born:

Born in a stable, cradled in a manger, in the world his hands had made Born a stranger.

Priest and king lay fast asleep in Jerusalem: Young and old lay fast asleep in crowded Bethlehem.

Saint and angel, ox, and ass, kept a watch together before the Christmas daybreak in the winter weather.

Jesus on his mother’s breast in the stable cold, spotless lamb of God was he, shepherd of the fold:

Let us kneel with Mary maid, with Joseph bent and hoary, with saint and angel, ox, and ass, to hail the King of Glory.

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope by My Mother Rose.

Created by Katie Robinson

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