O Holy Night . . .

I have several favourite Christmas carols as I’m sure you do also. One of them is ‘O Holy Night’ of which I have a playlist of different people singing it. By the time I had heard it sung for the fifth or sixth time one phrase began to jump out at me. And that is ~

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices.

The thrill of HOPE here is in the impending birth of the Messiah. The world is and always has been weary, suffering under a cloud of oppression of all kinds. Poverty, sickness, greed, violence and now in the twenty-first century, unheard of atrocities happening to innocents around the globe.

We have tried to appease some of this suffering by using the kindness of St Nicholas during his lifetime and turning it into a franchise called Santa Claus who lives at the North Pole. These are nice fantasies, and I have been a fan of the three Santa Claus movies each year, but I think I’ll give them a miss this year. There is NOTHING in all the Christmas advertising that even remotely alludes to Jesus, the Son of God, born as a babe in a stable, and why we actually DO celebrate Christmas. It’s ALL Santa. And to top it off in all these movies, when children query Santa their parents keep the deception going!
We act like Santa Claus IS real!? When did our faith shift from God, the REAL maker and provider in this universe, to an overweight candidate for a heart attack fictional fella who supposedly circumnavigates the world in one night. He has become our all powerful, all wonderful, miracle worker! No wonder our world is weary. It’s an insult to the real Nicholas who used his very large inheritance to look after the needy of his time.

Our need is for a Saviour who can provide All Year Round, not just one night of each year.

But to me, the biggest atrocity in all of this fiasco, is that we LIE to our children. If they cannot trust us, who can they trust. Many years ago, when we were struggling a lot financially, the burden of having to deliver our children’s requests for Christmas was huge. One year there was a particular doll that one of our daughters wanted, and I could not find it anywhere, so opted for something else. She was so disappointed when this doll was not under the tree. I found out later that it was a new all-the-rage doll and so popular which is why I could not find one, and of course, her best friend had got one.

My point is, that apart from the deception, there is so much pressure to deliver, and those who suffer the most are the parents who cannot in a million years ever afford to keep up the charade.

If only the world would turn to Jesus at this time of year,  and recognise our Saviour, we would find encouragement and hope and therefore provision for our weariness.

So to put it in a nutshell . . . Jesus Christ is our Saviour All The Time  . . . not just on one night of the year!

 

Glory to God one

 

O Holy Night . . . was written in 1847 by Placide Cappeau, a wine merchant and mayor of the town. He was an occasional poet, and was asked by a parish priest to write a poem for Christmas Mass. These are the beautiful words he wrote :

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O’er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wise men from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Amen!

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