This is one of the first songs I learned to play on the piano and one of the hymns I can sing from memory. It impressed me that much.
Silent Night, Holy Night….
Its beautiful as it reflects on the birth of my Savior. But lets think for a minute. That night, the true night, was far from silent. In Heaven there was thunderous roar as all prepared for the birth and appearance of the Great I Am. Regardless of the date and man’s festivities, this is what is so important. I can hear the bustle in heaven from the announcement to Mary, to the Birth of God’s Holy Son. All were preparing in Heaven as we can only imagine. Then on earth came the thunderous arrival with the sound of a trumpet and Earth received her King!!
A dear brother in Christ wrote this on his facebook page, and it is truth and what Christmas should mean to us all! He signed it “A Servant of the Most High God- The Traveller”
What Christmas means to me personally as I walk the highway through this world.
When I think of Christmas I think of Christ.
When I think of Christ, I think of Him on the cross.
When I think of Him on the cross,
I think of the spear being thrust into his side and water and blood flowing out.
When I think of the blood of Christ I think of what it means to me and all mankind.
I think of the victory over satan and his demons it gives me and all others in Christ Jesus.
I think of the sacrifice God’s only Son made for all mankind.
I think of the life giving words he gave during his short life span.
I think of the many miracles He through the Father carried out.
I think of the persecution He faced by men and how He walked right on through it.
I think of how He gave everything and asked for nothing in return.
I think of His Father in Heaven sending His Son to earth.
I think of the Father knowing what His Son must endure in His time on this earth.
I think of the anguish and grief the Father must of gone through watching His Son on earth.
I think of the Love the Father and Son have for all mankind.
I think of that this plan was set in stone by them from the beginning of time.
I think then of how they were thinking of me and How to bring me home to them even then and the price that would have to be paid.
This is what Christmas means to me.
Nowhere does religion come into the frame.
Nowhere does pretty flashing lights and trees fit into the picture (only tree involved is a wooden cross stained with the blood of Christ).
Nowhere does spending money that one cannot afford for gifts for others show in the picture of the crucifixion of Christ.
Nowhere do men in brightly colored gowns and hats enter this picture either. The only uniforms I see are the men doing the crucifixion and they are soldiers under command.
I think of how He appeared to the many left behind to show them He had risen as He once did state before men.
I think of how He is a living God, King, Captain of the Hosts, Provider and protector to all His children and brothers and sisters.
I think of the many of mankind who have since followed Christ and given their all. I think of their Love which covers all and How He continues to call to those that will hear.
I think of the final victory that will happen on that fateful day for all to see.
At this point with the picture complete I fall on my face in worship and give thanks and praise to the Father and the Son and Holy Spirit for all that they have done and continue to do for me and all those that walk with Him on this day.
So I say again this is what the word and time period called Christmas means to me.
Thank you so much brother!! You’ve shown us the heart of God.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.