The Road to Bethlehem – An Angel Came Down

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

So many stories within the story clamor for my attention.  I even have the boldness to craft a few of my own.  Those will hopefully be available by Christmas next.   One of my favorites of the modern era is that of the Angle of Christmas Eve as told by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.  Christmas Eve and Other Stories is the first of several works that asks us to look at Christmas in our modern world and still see the magic in it.

This music tells the story of an angel assigned by God to discover what man has done with the gift given on the first Christmas Eve.  Since God is omniscient it is obvious from the outset that part of the learning is for the angel.   In the opening narration the story is set in an old city bar and as it unfolds we are reminded that contained in the music of Christmas is the story of hope that we all need to embrace.

In an old city bar, that is never too far

From the places that gather the dreams that have been

In the safety of night with its old neon light

It beckons to strangers and they always come in

And the snow it was falling, the neon was calling

The music was low, and the night Christmas Eve

And here was the danger that even with strangers

Inside of this night it was easier to believe

For it was into this bar that I happened to wander

To stare into a glass and my universe ponder

So I walked up to the counter shook the snow off my coat

Then I ordered a whiskey that I used like a moat

But an old man soon joined me and asked if I knew the time

One word led to another and somehow I didn't mind

Then he offered a drink from a bottle 'neath his coat

And he smiled a little smile as it trickled down my throat

And I felt myself relaxing here among the ghosts that failed

Then the old man topped my glass off and began this little tale

In the moments of our lives both the joyous and the tragic

If the truth is to be told, we are all pursuing magic

And the magic that we seek as we're sure you have discovered

Can be found in certain places far more easily than others

In the sand beneath the Sphinx in the dreams of candlelight

But the surest place of all is in the forgiving world of night

And of all the nights throughout the year that come and gently leave

None hold the dream of magic like the evening, Christmas Eve

And so, it's on this night with its promise deep within

As the snow now starts to fall our story does begin

This story is worth the hour to hear it.  We need reminding that in sight and inside of this night there is always hope.  There is always a way to find the life and love that is Christmas.  We are a short ten days out from Christmas eve.  I will share further parts of this story as we draw closer to the night. 

For now Dear Reader, please remember that whether you believe or not it is possible if we are honest that we are all seeking a little magic. 

An Angle Came Down – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

An angel came down

One night to the Earth

A mission from God

To find out the worth

Of everything that

His children had done

Since that winter night

The birth of His son

And then a sound filled the night

In the cold winter air

And in the midst of his flight

It was holding him there

And as he looked toward the Earth

For the source of this sound

On that cold winter night

It was pulling him down

To bring something back

This angel was told

That no one could touch

But angels could hold

So on that night

When the sky had cleared

Among all the stars

An angel appeared

And then a sound filled the night

In the cold winter air

And in the midst of his flight

It was holding him there

And as he looked towards the Earth

For the source of this sound

On that cold winter night

It was pulling him down

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

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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