22 December 2016
The Road to Bethlehem – Little Big Town
Merry Christmas Dear Reader,
I love driving through small towns late at night when there is little traffic and great quiet. The peace and stillness of the many sleeping houses often reminds of Bethlehem. This town is the city from which the great King David came. The prophet Micah told us that this tiny town would be the place where the Messiah was born.
When Phillip Brooks penned the words to the song about Bethlehem in 1868 he could not have known how often his words would lift my spirits. This song is so filled with hope and promise.
The dark streets of a town with no electric lights is an amazing thing. I have been to such a place. The open air of scrub land with the vast sky above makes the stars almost oppressive. The beauty is breathtaking.
As we grow closer to Christmas and our journey to Bethlehem comes to its end I urge you to take a moment to ponder the promise of Christmas and this song. This silent gift celebrated by the angels is the fulfillment of hope for all time. It is the moment of God with us. It is the instant where the promise of reconciliation has substance.
The meek soul is where Christ abides when it welcomes him. Listen to this beautiful rendition of an amazing old song. Find a little peace amidst the bustle. Know that this is my Christmas wish for you Dear Reader.
Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem – Sarah Mclachlan
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And, gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heav'n.
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy child of Bethlehem
Descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born in us today.
The Morning Stars together
The great glad tidings tell
Oh, come to us abide with us
Our Lord Immanuel
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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