Silent Night

December 25, 2016

christmas2016Silent 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. 

Of all the Christmas carols in the world, I do not think any surpass the deep and abiding meaning of Silent Night.  It is a simple song.  It is a song most of us learned at the earliest age.  And even now, as we are inundated with thousands of Christmas songs ranging from sacred to sacrilege, there is something that makes us pause when we hear the first words, “silent night, holy night”, almost as if we are being invited into another place, a place where the noise of our world disbands and where time stands still.  A place of holiness and peace.  A place for our hearts to grow silent in awe of the real story of Christmas.

Silent night.  Have you ever considered how few times in our lives we experience true silence?  Not just quietness, but true silence, the type of silence that you might experience in a deep woods on a snowy winter night, or in the depths of a cavern when no one stirs.  True silence is unsettling.  It is distracting.  It is uncommon.

All too often we avoid silence by filling the gaps with anything that keeps us from its starkness.  My prayer is that this Christmas we will not run to the noise, but rather fall to our knees in silent awe of what really happened over two thousand years ago in the City of David, the town of Bethlehem.

It was here that a carpenter with calloused hands and obedient heart brought his beloved betrothed, hanging desperately on the words of the heavenly messenger who told him, “do not be afraid.”

It was here that a young virgin’s eyes searched a rude stable and surely wondered why no better place could be found for what she was about to experience, yet praying  in her faith, “my soul magnifies the Lord.”

It was here that He was born, the long-awaited Messiah, the Branch of David, the King of Kings, the Son of God, as 400 years of prophetic silence shattered like ice and heavenly hosts sang for joy.

It was here that He was placed in a wooden trough and wrapped in swaddling cloths, the same One who would one day be nailed to a wooden cross and wrapped in strips of burial linen that would prove unable to keep Him in the tomb.

It was here something more profound than any of us will ever truly understand occurred.   It was here the world changed forever.  It was here that the only hope of mankind was born.

This Christmas we will have ample opportunities to drown the silence in a sea of distractions and miss the real miracle of the baby born in Bethlehem, born of a virgin, born to redeem the lost, born to die, born to rise, born to return, born to reign.

May we not miss the silent night.  May we not miss Jesus.
May the silence of holiness invade your heart and mine this Christmas season.  Merry Christmas.

-Mike Fichter
President and CEO
Indiana Right to Life

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