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All too often, we choose to keep our dirty clothes on. We're too comfortable; we're too guilty; we're too passive; we're too self-righteous; we're too afraid to take the risk. If we really knew what it meant to wear his robe we would not hesitate to have Jesus himself wrap us in it. He's holding it up for us to put one arm in, then the other. Will we?
Who needs grace, raise your hand.
My hand is up high. I need grace upon grace!
In my newly released children's book Christmas Morning, a little girl unwraps her final gift. She opens a box to find...a crimson red rode. It's velvety soft, and on the pocket, her name is monogrammed in white. After all the other gifts she has opened (see previous posts) she is humbled that this exquisite robe was hand-stitched, made uniquely for her. When the little girl puts the robe on, she feels like she is wearing love itself.
Symbolically, the name of this gift is the robe of amazing grace and it is meant for each one of us who knows Jesus as Savior.
Can you believe the King of kings took off his royal robe and gave it to you and me? But even before he did this act, he, in his lovingkindness, first took off our own filthy garments. All our sin was removed and placed on him at the cross. He dealt with it there completely. It is finished.
Then he robed us in his righteousness. Now that's amazing grace!
Here are a few verses that speak into this truth:
I will greatly rejoice in the Lord; my soul shall exult in my God, for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation; he has covered me with the robe of righteousness... Isaiah 61:10
Now Joshua was standing before the angel, clothed with filthy garments. And the angel said to those who were standing before him, “Remove the filthy garments from him.” And to him he said, “Behold, I have taken your iniquity away from you, and I will clothe you with pure vestments.” Zechariah 3:3-4
For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you by his poverty might become rich. 2 Corinthians 8:9.
And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. But the father said to his servants,‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to celebrate. Luke 15:21-24
All too often, we choose to keep our dirty clothes on. We're too comfortable; we're too guilty; we're too passive; we're too self-righteous; we're too afraid to take the risk. If we really knew what it meant to wear his robe we would not hesitate to have Jesus himself wrap us in it. He's holding it up for us to put one arm in, then the other. Will we?
In the story, I chose crimson red for the robe because it represents royalty. When we accept Christ, we belong to a kingdom that will out last and out shine anything this world has to offer.
Become the little girl in Christmas Morning. Marvel at his amazing grace and humbly wear his robe. It's yours--your name is monogrammed on the pocket.
You are his.
When my illustrator (and daughter-in-law) Acacia and I were having one of our meetings concerning the artwork that would go on each page of Christmas Morning, she suggested that we should put in some Easter eggs in the book. Not quite following her lingo, I took this literally and was wondering to myself why in the world would we put Easter eggs in a Christmas book?!
Acacia then explained it to me...
Oh!! Easter eggs--little hidden items on the illustrated pages! I loved the idea. So...there are small treasures with sentimental value sprinkled throughout Christmas Morning. I will list them here so you can join in the fun with word-explanations now, and then hopefully later with the completed illustrated book in hand:
The redbird in the window. Redbirds have a significant meaning to me. Long ago (meaning, decades ago!), on a snowy afternoon in January, God used this small brilliant red winged-creature to speak of his great love to me personally. At that time in my life, my faith-walk was riddled with doubt and insecurity. One afternoon, I cried out to God, wondering if he even knew where I was. His sweet way of answering me was to send a redbird directly in front of my window. When it landed on a bush covered with snow, I felt seen and heard. God was not far away! He cared! Not only did he know where I was, but he also knew what would grab my heart. The redbirds (cardinals) continue to fly my direction to this day. God is faithful and good.
The little white doggy. This wonderfully illustrated dog in Christmas Morning is a tribute to our late cairn terrier. She belonged to my youngest daughter Emmy, but she was also my constant companion once Emmy went to college. Juliet, aka Baby "J", will always hold a special place in our hearts. It was a sad day for all the Baxter clan when we had to put her to sleep about a year ago. She "lives on" in such a fun and adventurous way throughout the pages of this Christmas story.
The pictures on the wall and over the fireplace. There are two framed pictures on one of the pages in the book. One of these pictures is meant to represent my four young grandchildren: Hally, Ada, Simon, and Isaiah. The second picture is of a beautiful oak tree sitting in a grassy field. This illustration is bittersweet because it represents the tree that was planted at my other little grandson's burial site. Brave Rutherford Baxter was delivered (by Acacia, the illustrator) at 36 weeks without a heartbeat last October. I'm thankful to have this picture of a strong vibrant tree in the book, drawn by his mother, in her son's, my grandson's, honor. The third framed picture in the book sits over the fireplace and it is also in Brave's honor. It is an illustration of a deer leaping over a fence which is meant to represent the beautiful leap that Brave has made from earth to heaven--a leap that all who believe in Jesus will be given as an eternal gift: from death to Life! Thank you Jesus!
Easter eggs in a Christmas book! What a novel idea. Each of these little treasures mentioned above have contributed both depth and sentiment in the pages of Christmas Morning. I hope you will enjoy them as well when the book comes out in the early fall.
Stay tuned for the opening of the Christmas gifts--one by one...in my next post.
My heart continues to break over the tragic loss of life caused by the flooding in TX. Every thought I have is turned to prayer for the parents who are grieving their little girls.
Words cannot fully express the pain of losing a child, no matter the age. I've had a taste of this kind of heartache when I briefly held my grandson who was born without a heartbeat at 36 weeks. I will always miss him.
My prayer is that the truth in this "song of lament" will be of some comfort to anyone who is struggling with the real, raw, and immense emotions that accompany grief.
Right now, I am thinking of the parents of the little girls from Camp Mystic in Texas.
Hear the Lord whisper, "I'm holding you both."
I'm Holding You Both
O my
O, my God
O, my God, no!
A heart of sorrow, tears of pain-
This, my God, is more than a sting.
Where's the victory?
Where's the hope?
I'm holding onto life,
I'm holding onto life,
I'm holding onto Life,
I'm holding onto Christ...
He gently whispers, "I'm holding you both."
A heart of sadness, tears remain,
An earthly loss for a heavenly gain??
And this is the story that You wrote?!
I'm holding onto life,
I'm holding onto life,
I'm holding onto Life,
I'm holding onto Christ...
He sweetly whispers, "I'm holding you both."
A heart of aching, tears make stains,
Tears of anguish well up again-
I'm trusting, trusting - but help me cope!
I'm holding onto life,
I'm holding onto life,
I'm holding onto Life,
I'm holding onto Christ...
He softly whispers, "I'm holding you both."
A heart of longing, tears untamed,
Release, hold on, release again-
God, assure me she's dancing to the song you wrote:
"I'm holding onto Life,
I'm holding onto Life,
I'm holding onto Life,
I'm holding onto Christ!"
As you sing to me, "I'm holding you both."
O my
O, my God
O my God, help me say... "Yes."
Have you ever wondered what God's favorite colors are? Greens and Blues? Reds and yellows? Maybe its all the colors of the rainbow? Or maybe its every single color, with every shade and hue. After all, he created each one with his perfect imagination!
From the beginning of Christmas Morning, I was asking God himself to pick his choice colors for the pages of this children's book. I personally see in black-and-white words, so my creativity in the world of art is close to nothing. I knew this story needed God's divine touch in order for it to come to life.
As I was praying this specific request, I also "happened to be" in the book of Exodus in my daily Bible reading plan. And it is in these pages that I found three (if not four) of his "favorite" colors! Over and over again, God chose these colors:
You shall make the tabernacle with the tent curtains of fine twined linen and blue and purple and scarlet yarns... Exodus 26:1
And you shall make a veil of blue and purple and scarlet yarns and fine twined linen...Exodus 26:31
You shall make a screen for the entrance of the tent, of blue and purple and scarlet yarns and fine twined linen... Exodus 26:36
Contextually, God is instructing Moses how to decorate the tent of meeting--a place where his presence would reside among his chosen people while they wandered in the wilderness for forty years. Figuratively, my heart's desire is for God's beautiful truth to reside on every page of Christmas Morning.
So there you have it! Blue and purple and scarlet became my color scheme, hand picked by the Divine Decorator himself! And to add to it, the fine twined linen is the white line that is intentionally drawn throughout most all the pages of Christmas Morning. (I wrote about the meaning of this white line in my previous post: https://www.respitefortheweary.com/post/the-making-of-christmas-morning-backstory-and-the-white-line. .
Here is one more fun and awesome fact-- another word was repeated in these same chapters of Exodus:
They shall make an ark of acacia wood. Exodus 25:10
You shall make a table of acacia wood. Exodus 25:23
You shall make upright frames for the tabernacle of acacia wood. Exodus 26:15
Now, can I remind you that my illustrator's name is Acacia? I don't believe in coincidences. I do believe in God's intimate and intentional instruction toward his dependent and faith-filled children. Acacia, who also happens to be my daughter-in-law, is the person who God has appointed to bring Christmas Morning to life through his sweet and holy touch. I am amazed at how he is working through her!
God is in this book. His glory is what I want to come out of every page, every word, and every stroke of color.
I could go on and on, but instead, I will stop here and say, "Stay tuned."
There is more to come in the making of Christmas Morning...
A long time ago, I wrote a story called Christmas Morning for my four young kids. At that time, their ages ranged between 4 and 9. Today, they are young adults between 28 to 33! When I wrote this story, it was one of those times when the words flowed from my pen in one sitting. I loved the story then, and I still love it now.
In a nutshell, Christmas Morning is about a little girl who wakes up on Christmas morning and then excitedly opens one gift after another. Each of these tangible gifts symbolize the intangible realities that we all have as Christ followers. It's a simple story with deep meaning; therefore, this book is for both the child and the parent.
Periodically over the years, I would pull Christmas Morning out of my cabinet and attempt to have it published. I also sought out different artists, but in God's wisdom and timing, the answer to both the publication and illustration of it was "No...not yet." That is, until my son Davis met and married his beautiful Jesus lovin' wife Acacia, who also happens to be an artist. When I asked Acacia about potentially illustrating Christmas Morning, she drew a picture of how she envisioned the little girl in the story. When I saw her picture, I immediately knew that I had "met the little girl" that I had been waiting to meet for the past 25 years. God is good, exceedingly, abundantly good.
So, Acacia was hired! She and I have been working together on this project for almost a year now. We meet every Monday morning via facetime. (She lives in North Carolina and I'm in Tennessee.) Our hopeful goal is to be completely finished and ready for the world to see it by September 1, 2025.
In the meantime, my plan is to share different features that are within the book, the first one being the white line which can be found on almost every page.
What does the white line mean? Simply put, the whimsical white line which swirls around the little girl as well as her presents is meant to portray the deeper and divine mystery that each gift holds. It helps make the invisible God visible, showing that he is wonderfully at work behind-the-scenes. Scripture says in 2 Corinthians 3:17, Now the Lord is Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. The white line symbolizes this freedom, found in Christ alone.
Ironically, I am now reading book after book to my four young grandchildren. This activity is by far my most favorite thing that I do with them, just as it was with my own kids all those years ago. One thing they (my kids back then and my grandkids now) love to do is to trace lines with their little fingers on any illustrated page of a book. Whether it's a windy road, or a train track up a hill, or a kite in the air, they each take turns following the lines with their fingers. My heart's desire and hopeful prayer is that the white lines on the pages of Christmas Morning will be traced by thousands of little fingers, and that each and every one of these children will eventually understand the line’s depth of meaning: that the Spirit of the living God is wonderfully at work all around them.
Stay tuned… The next post will be about the book’s specific color scheme and why!
About a month ago, after one of the torrential rainstorms that the Nashville-area has been experiencing, I woke up to a steady stream of water coming from the ceiling of our walk-in closet. Mac and I quickly took action with bowls and towels; and then, I immediately started removing all my clothes from the area. For about 2 weeks my "closet" was piled high in our bathtub.
First of all, I didn't realize how much STUFF I owned! And then secondly, I decided it was purging-time. One by one, I lifted up shirts, pants, dresses, and shoes and put them in their appropriate stacks, either "give-away" or "keep." Soon afterwards, the give-away clothes were out the door, no longer in my possession.
It felt GREAT to clean out my closet!
Do you know that as Christ-followers, we too have this same choice of "purging the old stuff?" There are certain garments that have no business hanging on our racks. Here's one for example: the "cloak of shame." Sometimes I find myself wrapping this cape around my shoulders...again. When I make a mistake, whether it's big and embarrassing, or small and personal, I find myself bound up in negative self-talk. One morning when I was battling this self deprecating mentality, God used my very real closet clean-out experience to say kindly to me, "Chris, remember, you no longer own that garment." And IT'S TRUE! Jesus not only wore my shame on the cross, he despised it and buried it! All shame, past, present, and future is gone.
What about you? Do you have unnecessary garments that need to be thrown out of your closet?
A guilt jacket? A pride hat? A fear-full wrap? Faith-less shoes? If so, it's time to do some truth-filled purging.
While doing so, take courage in the wardrobe that we do have the privilege of wearing because of Christ:
Strength and dignity are her clothing and she smiles at the future. Pr 31:25
You have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness. Psalm 30:11
For he has clothed me with the garments of salvation and covered me with the robe of righteousness... Isaiah 61:10.
Our wardrobe is complete in Christ! And it is beautiful.
With my "cloak of shame" no longer hanging on the rack (and other clothing like it), I can say again,
"It feels GREAT to clean out my closet!"
What I learned from my grandkids...
I have a "Mimi basket." This gray laundry basket is packed full of toys, baby dolls, and books, and every Wednesday it makes the roadtrip with me to my grandkids' house for the day. Last week, I "refreshed" my basket by putting two shiny new cars in it, one red and one green. All four grandkids were thrilled at the sight of these new items. However, within minutes, the 5, 4, and 3 year old figured out that only the green car's hood could open. Therefore THIS car was THE car that ALL THREE wanted ALL DAY LONG. Forget about anything else in the basket, much less, any other toy that existed in their own house. I had to set the timer for sharing time, over and over. Needless to say, this "basket refreshment" backfired on Mimi!
Now, I'm not picking on my grandkids for acting their age. Actually, it made me think of our human nature in general, and how we as adults tend to act their age--and I'm putting myself at the top of the list! How quickly the next shiny new thing can lure me in. Wave a fun trip in front of me, and I'm already in the airplane buckled up! Offer me a dessert, any dessert, and you'll have a best friend!
Truly, these things themselves are not the problem...it's only when they become our source of fulfillment, that we get into trouble. Because, these things can't fulfill our deepest longing; they actually do the opposite. Psalm 16:4 says, The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply. For example, too musch dessert leads to me feeling rotten followed by a sleepless night. The best idols can do is give us a temporary buzz.
So often we forgo the fulfilling, and settle for the fleeting. (Would you believe, the following Wednesday, the green car in my basket was not even touched? The new shine was gone.)
Here's a thought: What if we craved God and the things of God in this same excitement and fervor? He asks us to seek him as a treasure (Proverbs 2:4). He says his mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:23). God offers us so much more than anything on this earth can ever give us. We just have to believe it. He cannot fill our heart when its already full of something else.
So when the next shiny new thing is waved in front of you, here's a promise to hold as your very own instead:
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11
Enjoy life and its gifts, but remember they are as fleeting as a little green car in a grandmother's laundry basket.
Choose fulfillment; it lasts forever.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. Psalm 23:1
Dear Lord,
Like a shepherd, you lead, you care for, you protect, and you provide. What more could we ask for? What more do we need? Come settle our souls with your ongoing, undeserving goodness and mercy. In Jesus' Name, Amen.