Not a Silent Night
I love Christmas carols, but “Silent Night”,. Though it carries good childhood memories for me, is no longer high on my list. Somewhere along the way, I realized that the night our Savior was born was anything but silent. So I was thrilled to discover – and would like to offer to you – a much different carol called “Labor of Love”.
It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
In the streets of David’s town.
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
Little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother’s hand to hold.
Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David’s town
In the middle of the night.
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move.
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love. - Andrew Peterson
Jesus came into the world through pain and trauma just live every other baby. We have a God who knew human frailty and suffering from the moment he touched down on this planet./ My Savior knew my grief from the beginning and He took it on Himself. That is what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown!
Your brother,
Jordan
The Rev. Jordan Easley
Assistant