"O Holy Night" *
The weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees,
O hear the angel voices!
O night divine,
O night when Christ was born!
Before I get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, I like to pause and read the words from my Grandpa Whit. He began his sermon with the poem from above and quickly got into the heart of the matter below. And what has taken place? Simply the birth of another child? A new life coming into this world is wonderful enough in itself, but here we have something more wonderful. God, who created all things and put man upon the earth has seen man’s need of a simpler revelation of himself to understand him fully. He realizes that it will mean suffering, misunderstanding, and ignoring.
But also love for mankind and eventually though apparent defeat there will shine a glorious victory. Therefore God saw fit to live the life a man so that man could understand the love of God.
The word became flesh to dwell among us. Giving up for the time being, in order than an entrance into the human heart might be more readily established.
And we accept this gift to all mankind. It brings a thrill to our hearts. We are filled with joy that we can gather on this blessed Christmas eve and refresh our minds and souls with the memory of what the babe of Bethlehem has done for us.
Christmas somehow brings with it a spirit of its own. We catch the glory of it and feel that we can go from this church to give noble expression to our joy because Jesus was born on this Christmas night long ago
We are lifted up in the spirit of adoration that comes from our savior. A new influence has come into our lives from that manger in Bethlehem, and we sing with joy in our hearts on this Christmas eve.
But we could not be satisfied to have this joy to ourselves. We recall the angel’s message to the shepherds. “Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be all people.”
And yet after 19 centuries, all people do not know there was born that day a savior. But we know it, and the joy in our hearts overflows with the desire that all men everywhere that the babe of Bethlehem, born in a stable, cradled in a manger is God born into the world as man to bring joy and liberty and salvation to every heart far near. Rich. Poor. High and Low.
And so our earnest prayer is that the angels who first sang creation’s story, and then proclaimed Messiah’s birth, will continue their glad song until all men everywhere will come and worship Christ the new born King.
"O Holy Night" poem.By Placide Cappeau
Liza is the Faith Filter columnist for the Cary News. Her stories of faith and lives changed by trusting in God are published about four times a year.