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Oh, Come Let Us Adore Him

I am musing about those beautiful words.....


 Oh, Come Let Us Adore Him,

As we lift our voices again this Christmas season and proclaim this familiar carol...

are we contemplating the words?

Adore.

To revere, hold in high regard, to esteem with great devotion, to respect, to worship.

It is easy to adore a sweet, innocent, precious, beautiful little baby. To be taken in with the awe and wonder of a baby. Born in a manger. Heralded by angels. Visited by shepherds.

But do we adore the man?

The grown man Jesus?

Do we revere Him? Hold him in highest respect? Worship Him? In the way we speak? In the way we live?

True adoration.

I know that I want to come to know His character more in this coming year, to have an even greater sense of awe and wonder and respect.

To more purely adore Him.

To more sincerely and gratefully worship Him.

To love him more fully. To lean on him more completely. To share him more purposefully. 

To experience greater awe, as we come to know just a bit more, the simple complexity of His magnificence. That which will take eternity to even begin to grasp

Our LORD and Savior.

Come as a babe to pave the way to the Father. To offer yearned for freedom and ever deepening joy. Here and now. Forever.

OH COME LET US ADORE HIM!!


                                                    



                                                  


                                                




                                                                    
 
                                                            

                                                            


                                                            





                                          



 

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