Christ and the Home (A Christmas Meditation)
George H. Morrison
1 John 4:14
There are two thoughts which meet and mingle when we gather together at a Christmas season. The one is the thought of Jesus Christ, and the other is the thought of home. The very name that we give to this happy time has Christ for its first and most important syllable-this is not Candlemas nor Marymas; this is Christmas. And then the manger and the swaddling clothes and the newborn infant and the mother, all these speak to us of home. We have seasons when we associate Christ with heaven; we have Easter Sunday and Whitsunday.1 But at Christmas-though it be full of heaven-it is natural to associate Christ with home. And so tonight we shall think of Christ a little in his connection with the life of home, the sweetest and tenderest of all relationships.
How deeply Christ had been influenced by His home is apparent to every reader of the gospels. Through all His life and ministry and death, the music of home rings like a sweet refrain. As life goes on, and the years unfold their chronicle, we all discover that home has been determinative. We never escape it. It is always with us. It tells to our dying hour in weal or woe. That is why every biography begins, not with the hour of effort or achievement, but with the father's stock, and with the mother's ancestry, and with the environment of infant days. A man may travel to the far Antipodes, or he may rise to be the friend of princes; there are two things which he never leaves behind when he takes the wings of the morning or mounts with wings as eagles. One is the fore-ordering will of God, who sees the end from the beginning, and the other is the influence of home. Like a sweet fragrance or a cloudy vapor it clings to his garments until his dying hour. Like some fine tonic or some insidious poison it courses in his blood with every heartbeat. And therefore the irreparable loss in life when homes are foolish, worldly, uninspiring, when mot ...
George H. Morrison
1 John 4:14
There are two thoughts which meet and mingle when we gather together at a Christmas season. The one is the thought of Jesus Christ, and the other is the thought of home. The very name that we give to this happy time has Christ for its first and most important syllable-this is not Candlemas nor Marymas; this is Christmas. And then the manger and the swaddling clothes and the newborn infant and the mother, all these speak to us of home. We have seasons when we associate Christ with heaven; we have Easter Sunday and Whitsunday.1 But at Christmas-though it be full of heaven-it is natural to associate Christ with home. And so tonight we shall think of Christ a little in his connection with the life of home, the sweetest and tenderest of all relationships.
How deeply Christ had been influenced by His home is apparent to every reader of the gospels. Through all His life and ministry and death, the music of home rings like a sweet refrain. As life goes on, and the years unfold their chronicle, we all discover that home has been determinative. We never escape it. It is always with us. It tells to our dying hour in weal or woe. That is why every biography begins, not with the hour of effort or achievement, but with the father's stock, and with the mother's ancestry, and with the environment of infant days. A man may travel to the far Antipodes, or he may rise to be the friend of princes; there are two things which he never leaves behind when he takes the wings of the morning or mounts with wings as eagles. One is the fore-ordering will of God, who sees the end from the beginning, and the other is the influence of home. Like a sweet fragrance or a cloudy vapor it clings to his garments until his dying hour. Like some fine tonic or some insidious poison it courses in his blood with every heartbeat. And therefore the irreparable loss in life when homes are foolish, worldly, uninspiring, when mot ...
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