The Encampment

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I am sure that today many of you are in the throes of Christmas preparations. The tantalizing aromas coming from your oven can be smelled all over your kitchen. Your legs are falling asleep as you count the sporadic road signs on your way to grandma’s house. The kids keep asking when Santa is going to arrive and their excitement level is on 100. You make a promise to yourself that you are not going to go all out like you did this year. Well, I give you full permission to take a moment to relax and indulge yourself in some reading pleasure as I share with you my favorite Christmas poem.

This Christmas poem is written by Lee Magness. Dr. J. Lee Magness  holds the M. Div. degree from Emmanuel School of Religion and the Ph.D. degree from Emory University. He has published numerous articles in The Christian Standard, Religious Education, and Leaven. He is also the author of the book At The Foot Of The Cross. In his work – The Encampment: – He presents the crux of the gospel from Jesus’ Birth to Resurrection in a way warrants me to exclaim, “Hallelujah!” every time I read it. It has easily become my favorite Christmas poem as I seek it out every Christmas Eve to remind myself of the reason why I celebrate…the reason why we celebrate. There would be no Easter/Resurrection Sunday without Christmas. So without further ado, I present to you:


So God stopped time for thirty-three years

And he pitched a tent of flesh
Which he unfolded one night
And enfolded the next

And that moment in which God tread time
Lasting from the darkness to the darkness
From the sunrise to the sunrise
Was called Jesus Christ

In great pain Mary labored over God
And suddenly in merciful agony
A man burst forth from the courtroom
Into the yard filled with a vicious mob

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And the mother knelt down
To wrap the baby in swaddling clothes
And they ripped them from His body
And kneeling down gambled them away

And because there was no room in the inn
She gently laid Him
On the wooden beams of a cross
Where they nailed His reaching hands

And the animals heard the baby
And they drew close hoping to be fed
And they bleated and bawled
Crucify him, crucify him!

And the shepherds on the hillside
Came to see this thing
Which they thought would soon past
And asked, “Are you the King of the Jews?”

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And the wise men came to see Jesus
One brought spices, another perfumes
And a third removed his golden crown
And jammed its thorns into His brow

And in that dark Judean night
The newborn baby cried out
Wanting protection from the cold wind
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
And as the star stopped over the manager
There was a darkness over the whole land
And just before the baby fell asleep
He softly cried It is FINISHED

And in that moment of ghastly glory
When Mary lay exhausted with an empty tomb
And in the next moment he redeemed the time.

By Lee Magness

Hope this is a blessing to you as it has been to me.

Who knew that the manger, a feeding through for animals,  would be the original King-sized Bed?

I will love to know your favorite Christmas Poem.

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  1. Amen and like and this makes me holler, “Hallelujah!” I am so grateful and humbled by God’s unwavering and unconditional love for me.

    Happy New Year Beautiful Soul.


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