Bil was a proud man (yes, he spelled his name that way). Trust me, I know because I have an excess of pride myself. I came to know him when he played the lead role in my production of A Man for All Seasons, a talky but moving play about the British saint Sir Thomas More. Bil’s audition was brilliant, but as rehearsals went on it became clear that there was a wall around his heart. And no one, not me (his director), and certainly not the God of Sir Thomas More, was allowed past that wall.
His acting pyrotechnics were undeniable. But his heart never came out to play. “I don’t cry,” he admitted just before the play opened, “but don’t worry, I know how to fake it.” His talent—and the wall—were on display nightly.
Thirty years later a mutual friend, Laurie, sent me a message, “Bil had a heart attack. Pray. God is using this. For the first time ever he’s admitting he needs someone other than himself.”
He managed to slip past death’s door. But reconstruction on the wall began immediately. A year later, there was another brush with death. Bil’s heart was permanently weakened. But his pride recovered completely, alienating some in the process.
And then, after two more years, his lone wolf heart broke down for the final time. Laurie (and several others) visited him regularly, telling him about—and displaying—the love of the God he’d never let past that wall. Slowly, weakened by a broken dam of others’ tears, the wall began to crumble. Bil died, confessing his need for the God who’d never ceased to seek him.
Away in a Manger, the tenderest of all Christmas carols, is, in fact, a child’s nursery rhyme. It closes with the words, “Be near me lord Jesus, I ask you to stay close by me forever, and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in your tender care, and fit us for heaven, to live with you there.”
It took a lifetime for God to fit Bil for heaven. But He finally did. God’s love is ruthless. It stops at nothing, certainly no human-made wall. But then, He’s a Father. And fathers are like that. See you on the other side, Bil.
As soon as the Father is done fitting me for heaven.
Great reminder, it is never too late for us to be a gentle witness and share God’s abundant love and grace! Merry Christmas!
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You too, Rick!
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We all need to be mindful of what God might be doing to fit us all for heaven. God’s love is ruthless. It stops at nothing. Lord, fit us all for heaven!
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What a wonderful story. Blessings for the season, Mitch.
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Thank you, V.J. You too!
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“God’s love is ruthless. It stops at nothing, certainly no human-made wall.” Oh soOOooo timely in my life right now!! He is fitting me and my family, and I will be patiently hopeful for His full work of grace in His perfect timing!! Thank you!!
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Blessings till it hurts, Dawn!
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Ruthless, indeed…and unfathomably deep. May we grow wise enough to see His love at work in our lives.
Love, peace and light!
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Amen!
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Lovely story, Mitch. Christmas is the perfect time to tear down the walls. Merry Christmas to you.
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You too!
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I’m so glad this had a happy ending. It reminds me of my dear friends husband, who finally asked Christ into his life 2 days before he died. That’s really cutting it close! We all are still thanking God for His great love. Thanks for the reminder. Merry Christmas! 🙂
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And a Merry Christmas to you, Debbie!
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Merry Christmas, Mitch. What a beautiful story.
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Thank you, JJ. And Merry Christmas too you!
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This year, I’ve developed a new appreciation for this carol. Prior to this, I felt it a sweet but childish lullaby and not really a song for church-singing. That hasn’t changed, but something in the line you cited hit me this year. The simple plea to be loved–“love me, I pray”–struck me hard, in church a couple of weeks ago.
Yes, it sounds like a child’s plea to be loved, but we all have that same need and desire, don’t we? We join get good at hiding our need in order to protect ourselves, lest we find our plea to be loved falls on deaf ears.
But still we plead with something out there, “Love me, I pray.”
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Wow… so simply written yet so deep.. ❤
Merry Christmas
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Thank you, Winfred.
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You are welcome
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Sometimes he uses the pruning shears, but “fit me” still, Lord Jesus, I pray. Merry Christmas, Mitch, to you and your family.
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Thank you, Oneta, and to you and yours, as well!
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Merry Christmas to you, Mitch! :O)
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You too, Paul!
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Thank you, Mitch and I hope yours was wonderful.
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It was!
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I like the way you put that, Mitch…how the Father is fitting us for heaven. I have known my 92-year-old mother-in-law (more commonly known as my mother-in-love) for over 43 years, and she has truly become more beautiful (inside and out) with each passing year. When she is finally called home, I have to think that she will truly be ‘fit for heaven,’ and if it is possible heaven will be that much more beautiful as well! ☝🏻💖🙏🏻
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Thank you.
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