We all have one — our favorite Christmas song. And this is mine. Every year, I try to listen to a different artist’s rendition of this timeless classic.
For the Believer, we pause and bend the knees of our heart when we consider the importance of what happened the night the Christ child was born. I envision that all of Heaven’s hosts were in attendance from on high to witness their (and our) King of Kings enter the world He created. Part of me wants to think that time stood still the moment He breathed His first breath. I’m sure that Mary’s world came to a grinding halt when she laid eyes on the One Whom the angel, Gabriel, told her she would bring forth.
For the lack of a midwife, it’s possible that the stable owner’s wife assisted with the birthing process. Joseph may have been one of the first to hear the infant’s cries as the cool air breezed across His face. No baby shower gifts or fashionable onesies to dress Him in. Merely strips of linen — a possible foretelling of how He would be dressed leaving this same world 33 years later.
This was a night of utmost humility of heart. And only those with such a posture were invited and given front row seats.
A Holy Night to remember.
I love you to Heaven and Back, Girlfriend ~~
LindaRJohnson, TitusTwo Visionary
*Thank you to Céline Dion for this.