Last night I listened as children held candles high and sang Silent Night, Holy Night.  My heart was overwhelmed with the presence of the Lord.

All is calm, all is bright….

How ironic for children to sing this line so sweetly.  (perhaps my not so calm day with my 4 busy girls was coloring my thoughts).  But, then I paused and thought,”But that is Christmas.”  Ironic that….

• The King of  Kings was born in a stable and laid in a manger where animals feed.
• A mother  has a virgin birth.
• Visitors range from the lowest on the social ladder to ones who wear royal robes and call themselves kings.

But then again, He is God who is incomprehensible.  Maybe the best part of Christmas is  that we will not fully understand .  Maybe the right response is…

Wonder…

Silence…

And being in awe of that which we will never be able to comprehend.

Silent Night, Holy Night,

Son of God Loves Pure Light,

Radiant beams from thy holy face.

With the dawn of redeeming Grace

Jesus Lord at thy birth

Jesus Lord at thy birth.