‘I Feel the Presence of The Lord’  

"I Feel The Presence of The Lord" is a personal collection of devotions intended to encourage the reader to seek and see the Lord in every aspect of their life.
The enemy of our souls would have us subscribe to the mentality of being endlessly busy, and therefore it being excusable to relegate God to a Sunday morning church service, if that. Thus, many in our churches today are powerless Christians and/or Christians in whom faith and fellowship with God is sorely wanting.
I Feel The Presence of The Lord is not just a book to be read as part of our daily devotions. It is a collection of thoughts and instructions to inspire the reader to meditate upon the Lord and His Word.

Satan Cannot Prevent Our Celebration of Christ

As has become my tradition at The Daily Rant (TDR), I share my piece from 2012 titled, ‘My Favorite Christmas’. I remind you that Herod could not prevent the worship of Christ, the new born King nor through the subsequent centuries could famine, pestilence, war or financial distress. I state without hesitation, that this year the devil has attempted to marginalize Christmas, the day we celebrate as the birth of Christ, by using godless reprobates who promote every single act of wickedness and evil that God condemns. But, as Herod’s directive to the Magi and his murder of male children could not prevent the Christ, so the demonic machinations of atheist so-called leaders under the guise of “it being what’s best for us because they know best” will also fail.

Christmas is one of the two days of the year, the other being Easter, that the saved and unsaved alike gather with Christ on their minds. These two days are singularly more responsible for a collective acknowledgment of Christ than any other. Thus it is easy to see why Satan would use evil officials to anesthetize our minds to the truth of this time of year we have adopted as the Birth of Christ.

But, just as Herod failed, so too will these people fail. Christmas is about Christ and the coming together of friends, families, and the lonely in a spirit of worship, joy, peace, and wonder.

The enemy has been relentless in his pursuit to eliminate the celebration of the birth of Christ and celebration of His victory over the grave via His resurrection. Attempts to forbid the celebration of these Holy days has been an aggressive act for the last decades and this year, the enemy of our souls thinks he has prevailed. He has not!! We will celebrate the birth of Christ in church and by gathering together despite the efforts of evil tyrants to prevent same.

With that in mind, I look forward with eager anticipation to Christmas Eve service and time together with family and friends in celebration of the Day we celebrate the birth of Christ; and there is nothing the devil can do to prevent it as a whole.

With that thought in mind, I share with you My Favorite Christmas. I pray you each and everyone, a blessed Christ-centered Merry Christmas. Please know from the bottom of my heart, I genuinely love you all more than these words can convey. Reach out to those who are lonely and forlorn this Christmas by sharing the Assurance of the believer’s hope.

Merry Christmas

M

My Favorite Christmas
It’s the Christmas Season, and I’ve been thinking and reminiscing about Christmases past. I guess the older we get the more we do those sorts of things. My special moments are many. I remember my first Christmas as a father; it changed my life. It was then, and remains today, about the great love that I have for my son. It is the closest I can come to tangentially understanding the love our Father in Heaven has for us.

I remember the Christmas Eve church services, holding my little guy in my arms as we sang hymns and listened to the message our pastor was sharing. I remember how it felt as new Christians, sharing in the celebration of the birth of our Lord and Savior during the candle light services. I can still see the wonder in my son’s eyes as he stared wide-eyed at the candles.

My son was always in my arms, and on or in my lap at home and at church, but there was something special about holding him at Christmas. Having his fingers play with my chin and/or nose — those moments for me spoke so profoundly of the love of God. I said that if I could have such a great depth of love for my little guy, how much greater love must God have toward us that he would send His Son to die for my sins. Even today I am reminded of the love God has for us, when I consider the love I have for my son.

Of all the Christmas moments, it was my son’s fifth Christmas that was one of the most special.

His mother and I, with his help and input, selected his presents, and my job was to brave the stores and lines while the two of them were busy decorating at home. That particular Christmas we had discovered Ikea. The idea of “easy to assemble” and “no tools needed” was enticing language in the store circulars and while at the store — but as I was to find out soon enough nothing could have been further from the truth.

Home I came from Ikea — the station wagon loaded with the “easy to assemble, no tools needed” closet and desk for our little guy. Getting the things from inside the Ikea store to the car was easy with the assistance of their carts and employees to help. Getting the items from the car to the house was much different. Suffice it to say that that should have been a forewarning for what was to come. But I digress.

The weather forecast was calling for an all-out blizzard Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I promised my son that when I was done putting his closet and desk together we would go for a ride in the snow before he went to bed.

As I recall the “easy to assemble, no tools needed” project got under way early afternoon. By 10:00 PM the snow had pretty much shut things down on our rural road. By 11:30 PM it was a white out. And by 12:30 AM with my knuckles scraped, fingers pinched, and tongue bleeding from biting it so as not to have shouted out “OH #%&*^#,” who knows how many times, the “easy to assemble, no tools needed” project was completed.

My son had fallen asleep curled up in the recliner, and his mother had put him to bed shortly after 10:00 PM. But I had promised him we would go for a ride in the snow, and except when something was beyond my control I kept my word to him.

So, with nerves frazzled, my hands and tongue sore, I told his mother I was going to get him up so we could go for a ride in the snow. I gently awakened him, and his mother bundled him up while I went out to warm up the car and move his seat up front so he could see the action. And so, shortly after 1:00 AM my son, two German Shepherds, and Pedro (which I called our almost Labrador, because he was a mix), loaded into the car and drove up the unplowed road, turned the corner and came back down, and turned up our lane where we got stuck midway to our driveway.

His mother was watching us get stuck from his bedroom window. I shut the car off, and we all piled out of the car — three dogs and an armful of son. But, it’s no fun being in the snow if you don’t take at least one roll in it, so as I recall we took a couple rolls.

Then back in the house we went, leaving our snowy clothing and the snowy dogs by our wood burning parlor stove. And as I said good night to my son, his “thank you Dad” once again reminded me of how our Heavenly Father must feel when we accept His Free Gift of Salvation by believing in His Son.

It was a special moment that I will never forget. So many elements reminded me of the goodness of the Lord. Today, as I write this, for the very first time I understand the parallels of a promise kept and the joyful receiving of same by my son who had to awake from his sleep to accept and receive it. In my humanity there are, to my chagrin, times I’ve let my son down, but my love for him has only grown each and every day.

But, God, our Loving and Gracious Heavenly Father, will never let us down or abandon us. No matter how things may look at a particular time in our lives. His grace will always be sufficient.

This memory is preciously etched in the fabric of my being. It is a more precious memory than the afternoon his mother came home to find us sitting on the roof of our house blowing soap bubbles. But that’s a memory to be shared at another time.

I wish you all a blessed and Spirit-filled Christmas. May the love and grace of our Father in Heaven, through Christ Jesus His Son, be yours at this time and forever.

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Mychal Massie

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Mychal Massie

Mychal S. Massie is an ordained minister who spent 13 years in full-time Christian Ministry. Today he serves as founder and Chairman of the Racial Policy Center (RPC), a think tank he officially founded in September 2015. RPC advocates for a colorblind society. He was founder and president of the non-profit “In His Name Ministries.” He is the former National Chairman of a conservative Capitol Hill think tank; and a former member of the think tank National Center for Public Policy Research. Read entire bio here

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