Unto us a child is born, for to us a Son is given.

Humble beginnings are not often 

appreciated until the end of the story.

It isn't until the credits begin to roll that the 

applause from the audience roars loudly. 

It isn't properly captured until the motion 

picture has finished rolling.

No matter the medium in which the story 

Is portrayed, nobody forgets the ending.

The ending can often make or break the 

finished story, no matter how well the story 

is. A really terrible ending can really traumatize everyone.

But what if the ending was different in the life of Jesus? 

What if He caved in to the devil's temptation in the wilderness after He was filled with the Holy Spirit? What if He had turned the hardened rock into softened bread to feed his physical hunger? What if He had thrown Himself off of the cliff to test the Father's faithfulness? What if Jesus had bowed down and surrender His loyalty from God to Lucifer? 

Forgiveness, no longer applicable to you and I, thus rendering the power of forgiving one another locked and bolted in Heaven's treasure chest. Except this time, there is no secret map that leads to its location. You can't forgive nor be forgiven by either your fellow neighbor or God! 

Love, never would transcend beyond the physical and into the material, materializing 

only in fantasy and day dreams and lost 

images.

Like forgetting what you were about 

to say to someone and being frustrated 

because you can't remember what it was. 

Lust would reign everywhere and no true love would exist, no compassion, no action, no reaction, no enactment of the past examples from Jesus healing the ill, loving the unlovable, forgiving the unforgivable, talking to the lowest of life, no story of Him washing a sinner's feet! No real manhood defined in serving others! No light in the dark!

Hope, it wouldn't even exist anymore. It wouldn't even be a real word with meaning behind it. The dictionary would have scrapped it and all the synonyms and antonyms along with it. No reason to wake up every day knowing that God is looking out for you and I for we have hope that He is our Abba Father, our Daddy. No protection, no security, no life insurance policy for the afterlife. 

No Tis the season to be jolly, tis the season to be folly.

No Joy to the World, Or Silent Night, oh Holy Night, no songs dedicated to the One.

No stairway to Heaven, only Highway to Hell. 

Faith, there would be none at all. Faithless would reign dominant over everyone and with good reasons too! There is no incentive to believe in good works, no good deeds to be done anymore, no desire to change our old lifestyle of living in the flesh to the Spirit

No reason for anyone to trust in my or your word. No more trusting "Loan me a couple hundred bucks and I'll pay you back in a month!" 

No reason to trust in the Lord during seasons of toiling and excruciating pain

No reason to say "God, I trust you for I know I'm going through this for a reason!" This season is temporary no more but more like eternal damnation!

The plan to redeem humanity would be tarnished and forever be forgotten. There is no plan B. You see? There were never any plan B, or C, or D.

This plan had to be perfect! 

The humble beginnings of Jesus coming from a virgin mother born in a manger, living among the poor and the weak and the lowest of life's class.

To the speaking in parables, teaching life's truth revealing Heaven's paradox

To the application of life's lesson to everyone, including your enemy

To being the sacrificial lamb being led to His slaughter 

Being beaten, battered, and broken

Hung on a tree...... As the main centerpiece. 

All to say "It is finished." 

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear.

Deadness in my heart as the time draws near.

Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye--

I wonder what he'll feel when I finally die?

- -

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear.

Looking at his face as his time draws near.

Tears in my eyes and sadness in my soul

I cry out a final wish- -

"Please, don't go!"

A cacophony of shadows, and all I fear. Inky wraths writhing from the depths of my soul. Tick-tock. 'Tis the season and the clock marches on. The evergreens and lights ascend, and hallmark banners adorn the buildings like scarves.

A cacophony of silence are closing in around me. The snow is dancing in the heavy darkness. The Warm glow of a street lamp illuminates the lawn next door. Father, mother, son, and daughter all laughing and playing around their newly erected snowman doubles. A single pane of glass separates me from their world; a world I cannot be apart of. Not again. Never again. All I can do is look on and watch.

A cacophony of memories assail me. They lay me bare and rend me to pieces. The shadows of my past stand over me, begging  why they are only shadows. Why can't be now. They take turns with the knife but there is no more blood too bleed. I am nothing. Unwanted refuse cast asunder. I am left with only the past to haunt me.

A cacophony of whispers echo the thundering of the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Incessantly driving onward to the day. The radios change to the carols I loved and the TV specials reign supreme. Each day growing louder, closer, nearer. The stampede is coming and I am at its mercy. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The waiting peels like an onion, layer after layer, each growing more pungent. Is the wait the torment or only a prelude to come?

A cacophony of sentiment pours down on my head. I am drowning. Sympathies and holiday cheer blend into a torrent of suffocating air. Each passing family, each well wisher and horrid decoration, and each smile and laugh casts its own shadow. Shadows that twist and contort to join and grow my own shadows. Shadows of my family that will no longer call me their own. A family I can no longer call my own.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Time marches on and the weight grows relentlessly. Each day is a day closer to being all alone. I cannot escape for it is my own shadow that chases me. My day is coming. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

A cacophony of shadows is all that I fear.

A cacophony of shadows is all that I am.

A cacophony of shadows

and all I feel is fear

What once was my youth

that I held so dear

is hiding

riding

into a blinkered past,

I always knew it couldn’t last

Life’s seemed to skip by

in a murky blur

Where has it gone?

I cannot be sure

The years

the tears

have melted away

and now all that’s left

is the darkness at play.

You see his face and the way he smiles,

You reassure his fears, 

You help him through his problems, 

You even wipe away his tears. 

They care for you in a way like no one can, 

They only want to see you gain, 

They're the one you can always count on,

They never know they secretly cause you pain.

You never say what's on your mine, 

You never let it show, 

You never speak a word, 

You never let him know.

He tells you she's the one,

He wants you two to blend,

He kills you when he say's he's in love,

He say's you're his best friend.

You see the way he adores her,

You ask how how he knows, 

You get a million reasons, 

You regret not letting it show.

He never knew your of your silence,

He'll never see your all your tears,

He'll never know the secret you've kept all these years.