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Coosa River Christmas
Coming this fall!

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take." (Prov. 5:6-7)

When a local magazine and newspaper showed up in the mailbox yesterday, like Popeye, I says to me self, "Self, you oughta submit your up and coming Coosa River Christmas as a feature article." 

But when I looked to the LORD, like the north star, He pointed me back onto His narrow course: feeding little lambs and helping parents bring up their kids in the way they should go.

In the Old Testament book of Numbers, Balaam foretold, "A Star will rise from Jacob; a Scepter will emerge from Israel." The Star pointed to Jesus Christ, the coming Messiah and Savior of the world. In the days of King Herod after Jesus was born in Bethlehem, God set a brilliant, silvery star in the heavens to point wisemen to His Son.

Need direction, beloved? Look to the Star - Jesus, the Lord and King. Wise men still seek Him, you know.

STAR of the north! whose steadfast ray
Pierces the sable pall of night,
Forever pointing out the way
That leads to freedom's hallowed light:
The fugitive lifts up his eye
To where thy rays illume the sky.

That steady, calm, unchanging light,
Through dreary wilds and trackless dells,
Directs his weary steps aright
To the bright land where freedom dwells;
And spreads, with sympathizing breast,
Her aegis over the oppressed.

Though other stars may round thee burn,
With larger disk and brighter ray,
And fiery comets round thee turn,
While millions mark their blazing way;
And the pale moon and planets bright
Reflect on us their silvery light.

Not like that moon, now dark, now bright,
In phase and place forever changing;
Or planets with reflected light,
Or comets through the heavens ranging;
They all seem varying in our view,
While thou art ever fixed and true.

So may that other bright North Star
Beaming with truth and freedom's light,
Pierce with its cheering ray afar,
The shades of slavery's gloomy night;
And may it never cease to be
The guard of truth and liberty.1

1 The North Star by James Monroe Whitfield