From the time I was very small, I can remember my grandparents taking us down to the carillon in Byrd Park right after Christmas Eve service. No matter what the weather, we would bundle up and sit in front of the beautiful historic tower and watch the story of the birth of the baby Jesus acted out. There was no fancy dialogue, no grandiose orchestra, no light show. The only voice heard was the narrator. The only script was the birth narrative from the book of Luke in the Bible. The only music was a volunteer choir singing Christmas carols accompanied by a piano . It was so simple, but so beautiful.
I imagine that's what the first Christmas was like. He didn't come with trumpets sounding his arrival. He wasn't born in a palace with 1000's of attendants. A stable, a manger, no comforts, surrounded by animals and lowly shepherds. It doesn't sound very glamorous, does it? But when I see that scene on a Christmas card or in a painting, it's always beautiful, and it moves me. The group 4Him sing a song called "Strange Way to Save the World". The words of the chorus fit beautifully with this post.
Why me, I’m just a simple man of trade
Why Him with all the rulers in the world
Why here inside this stable filled with hay
Why her, she’s just an ordinary girl
Now I’m not one to second guess
What angels have to say
But this is such a strange way to save the
World
Merry Christmas!
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