356- Your Advent Made my Life a Heaven

Sam visited his friend Mark who was sick to the extent that there was no hope of healing.

“I see you rejoicing, Mark.”

“Yes of course, I asked God not to heal me.”

“How?”

“I’m longing to see my beloved Jesus.”

Sam asked him jokingly, “What would you do if you went to heaven and didn’t find Jesus?”

“I’ll follow Him for, heaven is wherever He is”

“If you went to hell, what would you do?”

“Wherever Jesus stays there will be no hell but heaven.”

This was the answer of a young simple child who tasted the sweetness of meeting Jesus. The Savior came to the world to change the value of tears into a pleasant heaven. With His love, He penetrated our depth to establish His kingdom within us. The heavenly hosts desire the holy altar, namely, our souls.

→ English translation of the story here at St-Takla.org: ميلادك حوّل حياتي إلى سماء حيَّة.

Your birth, O my Savior, changed my life into an everlasting feast.

Your transfiguration in me made me always rejoicing.

Your advent in me made springs of living water to erupt in me.

You change the desert into a spiritual fruitful paradise.

There are rivers inside me listening to the psalmist,

“The floods have lifted up their voices.”

The floods of my eyes, my ears, my thoughts, my hands and my emotions cry out,

Composing a symphony of love played by the Holy Spirit.

May I hear the psalmist,

“Let the rivers clap their hands.”

Glory is to You, O the Divine Spring,

Who created of me heavenly rivers working harmoniously.

Shepherds praise You,

For You reconciled between the wolves and the lambs inside the barn.

You are the Newly Born, however You are older than Noah is and also younger than

he is.

You saved all those who were in the arc.

Your father David killed a lion for the sake of a lamb (1 Sam. 17. 34-37)

You the son of David kill the hidden wolf that killed Adam,

The meek lamb who lived and bleated in Paradise.

Hearing these praises, the brides woke up suddenly,

And kept virginity,

Even the young maidens with purity came in-groups to worship the Son.

(St. Ephraim the Syrian)

Ready is my Heart

Short Stories (Stories for the Youth) Books by Father Tadros Yacoub Malaty

Your Birth Filled me