The
mystery of the story, the familiar lyrics, the stillness of the night made all
the more magical by falling snow, the fading canned lights giving way to
flickering candles, the simple melody sung by young and old together:
Silent Night, Holy Night
All is calm.
All is bright.
All is calm.
All is bright.
Each of us has a different
favorite part of the Christmas Eve service.
Each of our souls is drawn to worship on that special night by that
element that makes our heart sing.
For
me it is the flame on the end of the candle. Light emanates from the flame; heat radiates from it. There is both comfort and danger in this
light and heat: comfort for the lost and the
cold; danger for those who misuse and abuse.
Isaiah called it.
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light;
those who lived in a land of deep darkness—on them light has shined.
those who lived in a land of deep darkness—on them light has shined.
John affirmed it:
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
On this day of the longest
night, let us be the light and warmth for those who are held captive to the
yolk of oppression. Let us be the
witnesses to God’s coming light and hope for the world in the face of those who
would misuse and abuse others. May the
Christmas Narrative shine brightly in our lives so that others might know the
Light of the world.
Peace to each and all,
Carly