I love Christmas Carols. I love singing them. I love listening to them. I love reading their lyrics all over Christmas decorations. I just love them. Maybe it’s because music has a way with my heart but, somehow, Christmas carols set the tone for Christmas.
You have the old-timey tunes, with crooners pining for a white Christmas or promising to be home for the Holiday. You have the silly songs about mommy’s rendezvous with Santa and grandma’s unfortunate one with the reindeers. They’re all good. They all get you in that festive mood but, for me, there’s just nothing like the Christmas Carols about Jesus.
The worship songs trimmed in descriptive language about the night that he came paint a nativity scene on my heart. One of my favorites is “Oh Holy Night.”
“O holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine”
Divine. That’s what it was. Perfection. Why? Well, the song sets it all up for you. It talks about the sad state of affairs that Jesus stepped into — a world that had long been waiting, hoping, pining for Him. The world, stuck in the mire and desperate places caused by sin, looking up to Heaven wondering and waiting for the Promise of a Redeemer, a Newborn King to rescue them.
And then He appeared, in the most beautiful, simple, unexpected place. He was born and with Him came hope and restoration and joy. On that night, as the song says, “the soul felt its worth.”
I just love that! I love the idea of the birth of Jesus awakening worth in the souls of people. I love that his entrance on the scene brought new value and life. I love that He does that still.
The only reaction I can have is to fall on my knees and thank Him for it.
I pray that this week as we look ahead to the big day full of gifts and family and friends and food that we never ever lose our wonder surrounding it. I pray that we never forget the way that He awakened our souls, breathed life into them, and let us find our worth in Him. Let us never cease to respond with a grateful and awe struck heart, to fall on our knees in amazement of Him.
And let us never forget the second half of all of this. The one that takes that soul that has been awakened to Him and shares the life that we’ve found with others. Here’s the last verse of the song:
“Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name”
I pray that we can share the love and joy and worth and wonder that we’ve found with those that need it. With those who are still slaves to sin, who are oppressed by hopelessness, who don’t know love and peace.
I pray that in our falling to our knees to praise the Divine, we pull others down with us.
Oh Night Divine. The night that our Savior was born and so was the promise of peace and love and freedom and unity. The promise of restoration and forgiveness. Let the “thrill of hope” rise up within you! Let it rise so high that it bubbles up and out and into the lives of those around you.
Marvel in the Divine this Christmas and find worth and wonder within it. Merry Christmas, ladies!