A dark night, a cold night, a night to close the curtains shut the door, settle by the fireside and be thankful:
The street is hushed, traffic movement stilled: words remembered sing themselves, silently in my spirit’s ear.
“Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light
the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee to-Night.”
I shut my eyes, try, but cannot imagine what it would be like to be alone in the darkest, blackest of nights with no light at all. How would it feel to be alone in the darkest, blackest, coldest of nights with no warm presence of Christ wrapping me about with love.
“While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.”
I think, of all who sleep, the weary, the worn, the sad.
Of all who close eyes, and ears tight to shut out the pained cries of a world waiting for deliverance like a woman in childbirth,
“How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given”
I give thanks, and am lost in wonderment, I praise God that like a child born in the night, I am safely delivered, and snuggle my head in my Saviour’s breast;
You see I once sang, so long ago,
“Oh holy Child of Bethlehem, cast out my sin, and enter in: be born in me to-day,”
And He did, and was, and this I know to be true, that he gives to me and all who believe and receive Him the right to become “children of God.”
And so it was, that a man named Nicodemus came to Jesus by night (John 3.1)
And so it is that like Jesus all of the Children of Day are born in the night, and so it is that all His Children carry within them the Light of Christ.
Posted in love for all listening for the song of the Morning Stars….