Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant, tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Since becoming a mother, I realized that probably one of the most peaceful moments I ever had with each of my children was the moment I first held them, as i gazed upon them with awestruck wonder at the precious gifts God had given to my husband and I.
Mary must have had a moment like that too…but not quite.
There would have been quite a bunch of noise going on, what with the angelic chorus singing over the flocks, a jam packed town with no space left in the inn, and likely Joseph’s concern mixed with Mary’s cries for deliverance.
Then Jesus was born.
Silent Night brilliantly captures the wonder of a virgin giving birth, and the Son of God coming down to earth as a baby.
Peace entered the world as the Prince of Peace.
And for one moment in history, all was calm, and all was bright.
Then the shepherds arrived to gaze at their new King, Mary and Joseph still had to head to take part in the census, and the angel would shortly arrive to yell them to flee the wrath of Herod.
Jesus, the Prince of Peace,was born into the hustle and bustle of real daily life.
He had to endure long days of travel on the road, becoming a refugee, learning a craft from His earthly father, being a brother and son, and the one many muttered gossip about over the years.
Our Messiah left His peace filled place in heaven to bring us the peace our souls and spirits desperately needed.
And when each of us grasp that truth?
We too can experience the peace of Heaven, and lift up the song of praise our Prince of Peace wells up in our hearts!
#theADVENTurecontinues
KARLA LEES 