Saturday, December 24, 2016

How silently, how silently

O little town of Bethlehem 
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 
The silent stars go by. 
Yet in thy dark streets shineth 
The everlasting light. 
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight. 

. . . 

How silently, how silently 
The wondrous gift is given. 
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven. 
No ear may hear His coming 
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive Him still 
The dear Christ enters in. 

Behold, the Lamb of God, by Walter Rane

It should stop surprising me that God loves obscure people and obscure places.

That He finds meaning in what others would deem insignficant.

That although He can part seas and orchestrate angelic choruses, that more often than not, He reveals Himself and His love to us through small brushstrokes and gentle hands.

The hopes and fears of all my years were also gathered in that obscure town, in an unknown stable.

And tonight, the knowledge that He knows and loves me and that He has revealed Himself to me in small and quiet ways is more than enough for me to fall on my knees at the feet of the Manger King to thank Him for His love.

His love has changed everything for me.

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