As I sat in church a week or so ago my heart was churning. The world was spinning around me as I thought of all my “to dos.” So many “fires” to put out that day. With Relief Society. With Christmas prep. With my family needing me to “be there,” but everything else on my “list” needing me to be there too.
So I pulled out a hymnbook (that had been tucked away since we can’t sing in church these days, even with masks). I needed to feel the words of this Christmas season wash over me (inspired by the words of Oh Holy Night that my brother reminded me of a couple weeks ago that I wrote about that back HERE).
Those words that filled up the pages of the Christmas carols brought me to tears as I sat there pouring over them.
So I wanted to share some of my very favorites.
These are the ones my brother shared that I talked about back in that post:
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.Oh Holy Night
Another oh, so simple line that I found:
Oh come, let us adore Him.Angels we have Heard on High
Oh how beautiful that short little phrase is! How often do I needed to be reminded to “come!” and adore Him. Rather than letting the world get in the way.
How beautiful is this phrase?:
Radiant beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace.Silent Night
I loved picturing those radiant beams lighting up the world around Him…with the dawn of the beautiful gift His birth would allow. And I thought this painting went so beautifully with that thought:
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.Away in a Manger
Isn’t that what we all yearn for?
And sometimes I think we forget that’s exactly what we get with Jesus: Unconditional love. The whole reason for the birth of that little Baby in that stable all those years ago.
But of all the carols I read through, this one hit me the hardest:
How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given…
…No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin, where meek souls will receive Him still,
the dear Christ enters in.Oh Little Town of Bethlehem)
I just loved the thought that that “wondrous gift” is given so silently.
There are no blaring trumpets to announce it’s beauty. No advertisements. No high-pressure salesmen.
Instead, it is quietly there for the taking: that wondrous gift of our Savior.
We must request it, reach for it, let the Light in.
“No ear may hear His coming”…but “meek souls will receive Him still.”
And how I prayed, sitting there that morning on my folding chair with my mask filling up with tears, that I can be one of those “meek souls” who “will receive Him still”…even acknowledge that He is there to let Him become “my Jesus.”
That I can let that “dear Christ” enter in. That I can make Him “dear” in this world of so many distractions.
Especially at this time of year when the world piles up in “to dos” and celebrations.
I’m trying to be still enough to receive that silent, wondrous gift we celebrate this week.
Merry Christmas to all.
May we find the stillness and joy and beauty of what this is all about.