One of my favorite Christmases was the year our Ashley was born. This redheaded little baby girl was invited to be baby Jesus in the Christmas pageant at church. I’m sure it wasn’t her acting ability, as she was only about five weeks old, so it was probably the fact that she was the only baby about the right size whose parents would let her participate. So I got to be Mary, and Duane got to be Joseph and I’ll never forget the moment I picked her up out of the manger and they saw that it was a real baby …an audible gasp arose from the congregation. A little hand stuck out of the blanket and wiggled…A real baby…
Or maybe it was the song that followed that brought it home.
That night.
“That night, in all of heaven, there wasn’t a sound
“That night, in all of heaven, there wasn’t a sound
As God and the angels watched the earth.
For there in a stable, the Father’s only Son
Came to give Himself through human birth.
And when the cry of a baby pierced the universe
Once for all man was shown his worth.
And the heavens EXPLODED
with music everywhere
and the angels spilled over heavens edge
And filled the air!
And the Father rejoiced
For He did not lose His Son,
But He gained to Himself forever
Those who’d come.”
A real baby.
Christmas blessings to you and your house, from me and mine!
1 comment:
beautiful!
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