It's Christmas

I have said for serveral years now that it's not Christmas until we sing "Silent Night" at church. That song, for me, is so evocative, conjuring up all the warmth and joy of the season and it lasts long enough to envelope and soothe like the steam that lazily rises from a mug of cocoa. Tonight our pastor spoke of the Incarnation and afterward we took the Lord's Supper. While the bread was passed around the pianist and the organist played "Silent Night".

I nearly wept.

Here's one of the verses:

Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

And from the Bible:
but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8

That God would take on flesh and die for the sins of His people is mouth-shuttingly stunning.

You could nearly weep.

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