O Holy Night

nativitybg22I wanted to give you something for Christmas Eve as we are thinking about the birth of our Saviour. I found I didn’t have much to say, at least that was new or interesting.

Most of what I want to remind you has been said, and better than I can, and on this blog, no less. Last year Jessica wrote on Christmas Eve and she said this:

In the Christian calendar, Christmas is of secondary importance when compared to Easter; although the former brings us the Word made Flesh, the latter brings us eternal life. As our society here in the West sees little in either of these concepts, it tends to focus upon Christmas, because it is a time of the year when merchants can move much merchandise; let there be a celebration of all the wealth we have; that is a temptation to which only a rich society can succumb.

But that first Christmas Eve was not given to the rich, the powerful and the elite; it was given to the poor, the marginalised and the ordinary. There was nothing special about Joseph or Mary in human terms. Joseph probably got a decent living from his hands, but it is unlikely that his house was anything special; and Mary, well, a young girl with child is, to any decent society, and object of love and sympathy, but nowadays someone would be telling her she was too young and should be considering her career, and pointing her to ‘Planned Parenthood’. These were simple people.

God could have chosen anyone for His purposes, but He chose these people. we cannot know why, except to know that they were obedient to Him; they did not question His will, they did not argue or suggest they knew better; in them the self-will of our first parents burnt low. Joseph did what men through countless ages have done. He earned his living by the sweat of his brow and he looked after his family. He does not seem to have made a great fuss about things, and even when he discovered that his betrothed was pregnant and he was not the father, being a righteous man, he was minded not to have her stoned, but just to set her aside; sadness rather than wrath seems to have been his reaction; and he believed what he was told in his vision. Upright, straightforward, Joseph did his duty, and that first Christmas Eve it involved making sure there was somewhere for the baby to be born where his betrothed and the child could be sheltered; the primeval task of all men.

Her post is called Silent Night, Holy Night and it is one of the best posts on the site.

Frankly I have little to add except for this

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4 Responses to O Holy Night

  1. the unit says:

    Thanks for reposting this writing from last Christmas Eve. Wonderful message, a father doing his duty without fanfare. I wasn’t reading here then I don’t think. Believe I had seen your comments over at Rat’s place from time to time, but had not fully come aboard. Hope you have arrived back East safely and enjoying you time with family.
    Sincerely, the unit.

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    • NEO says:

      Yep, sure did, Unit. Glad you liked it, I think it one of our best.

      Merry Christmas, my friend.

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  2. the unit says:

    Had my Christmas dinner, plenty of remaining overs (won’t say left), had my nap and had a bad dream about what’s coming… lol… We better watch out, We better not cry,
    We better not pout, We better be stout, I’m telling you why:

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  3. the unit says:

    Invited my longtime fellow wingman from over at Rat’s to join in here. Will be watching for Lazy L to show up. Career Navy retired, not old poot like unit. 🙂

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