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Silent Night, Holy Night

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

Round yon virgin, mother and child

Holy Infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night

Shepherds quake at the sight

Glories stream from heaven afar

Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia

Christ the Savior is born

Christ the Savior is born

Silent night, holy night

Son of God, love’s pure light

Radiant beams from Thy holy face

With the dawn of redeeming grace

Jesus Lord, at Thy birth

Jesus Lord, at Thy birth

We have sung this song many times during the Christmas season. And if you’re like me, you most likely never took the time to meditate on the words; to focus in on their meaning and their significance.

Silent night, Holy night – Jesus came into the world in a quiet, yet profound manner. No one in the crowded streets of Bethlehem paid any attention to Mary and Joseph as they made their way through the crowded town. They were simply two more people arriving for the mandated census, looking for a place to stay the night.

The couple was so insignificant to the crowd that even the fact that Mary was very pregnant did nothing to prompt a person to give up their room so that she could have her child indoors in an actual bed. The most compassion they could muster was the innkeeper offering the stable, where he housed his animals, and some blankets so the pair could make a bed and sleep for the night. 

During the night, Mary went into labor and Jesus was born. The only witnesses to his birth were his mother and father. No help, no announcement that the baby was arriving on the scene, just your average labor and delivery. Well, average aside from the fact that farm animals were present.

Our Savior came into the world in a silent manner. 

Silent, yet still holy. 

Upon Jesus’ arrival, the shepherds in the field saw a brilliant light in the sky. A light that was unlike anything they had ever seen. A light that they understood was telling them something special had just happened. A light they chose to follow.

Magi in a far away nation also saw this light and knew they needed to make the journey to see the holy event that had taken place. It is believed their journey took about 2 years. What would compel you to travel for 2 years?

It was a silent arrival, yet held holy, indescribable significance.

The light that was seen made the shepherds quake in holy, reverent fear. The glories streamed from heaven. 

The heavenly hosts were singing Alleluia – God be praised! – God had done a glorious deed! He was excited and beaming. The heavenly hosts were excited and beaming. The hope of the world, the bridge between God and mankind, was alive and ready to change the course of history as people knew it.

Jesus’ birth carries a significant impact and pivot in human history. Name another point in time that is more widely recognized, more celebrated, more notable, than the birth of Christ. We even date history according to when Jesus was born. The hosts couldn’t help but sing Alleluia!

It was a silent night, but the baby who was born would be anything but silent. 

Jesus is the Son of God. He was 100% human and 100% God. He was perfect. He was gentle. He was fierce. He caused a stir that threatened the power, notoriety, and authority of the Roman rulers and the temple priests. He was as gentle as a lamb, yet as fierce as a lion, and those that should have recognized who He is set out to have Him crucified. They missed the “Alleluia”. They were too blind to see the radiant beams from His holy face. They missed out on His redeeming grace – the one major reason He left the majesty of Heaven to dwell among us here on Earth for a time.

Those who wanted Him killed didn’t see what the shepherds saw; what so many “common people” saw – that redemption was here! A new ending to human destiny was written. They witnessed the dawn of redeeming grace. 

Those who studied the scrolls literally day in and day out missed the Messiah looking them in the eyes. They rejected Him. Sometimes it’s difficult for those who have much, to admit they need someone to save them, to care for them, to provide life for them.

Religious leaders were waiting for a mighty king to come on the scene and squash the rulers who oppressed the Israelites. They couldn’t fathom that a tiny baby, born to a virgin teenage girl and a common man who was not yet her husband, who lived in a town that was looked down upon, could possibly be the One they were waiting for. 

That tiny baby always was, and always is, Lord. 

Have you noticed Him yet?

Have you experienced Him?

Don’t miss Him, sweet friend. Don’t see a baby and think “helpless”. See the King of Kings and see your Hope.


Pam Spinker

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