As we roll full speed into the station called the Christmas Holidays, and yes I still use Christmas, we have a tendency to misunderstand the reason for the season. Oh, beyond the nativity scene, the star, wise men, shepherds, and sheep there’s a more important factor. And it’s not just that baby Jesus was born, but why He was born.
We often envision Jesus as a cute little white baby all bundled up and sleeping peacefully in the manger. And maybe He was I don’t know I was there, but I think about the birth of Christ as not at all silent as the song describes. I think it was the nosiest thing on earth until we hear the final trumpet.
Think about it, how many births have been quite? How many animals were in that barn and sensing the coming of the King? Think about hosts of angles that were singing outside of town for the shepherds to see. This wasn’t no silent night.
Out of a silent night came a baby’s cry that would shake the foundation’s of the universe. Christ’s birth signified the coming of all our hopes and dreams. A herald of something bigger and better then this life we’ve created for ourselves. Out of the silent night came a baby’s cry that would eventually be a cry of forgiveness on a cross thirty some odd years later that would ring out into all eternity as a song and beacon of hope. It wasn’t a silent night, maybe it was literally but we don’t know, it was roar. The roar of a Lion waking and stirring at the end of the night and looking to a rising sun.
Christmas is a holiday that we should remember and celebrate, but should remember not as just a birth of a baby but the dawn of hope.
Burn bright, burn on…