I am not sure when it became my favorite, but it is something that moves me
emotionally…I get teary and reflective
physically…I find myself lightly swaying.
O Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
I love the stars, the silence of night time, the stopping of a world that seems to constantly be in motion and often without any real meaning to that motion.
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
This past year has been a year of experiencing the birth of my first grandchild, while the birth of my children changed my life forever, this birth forever changed my view of forever.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
The world that I wake up to every morning is in turmoil and seeking to make sense of what is – dare I say – senseless, yet we keep “pining” forward (I think I like the word pining rather than sin, but honestly I think sin is about a yearning for something different).
Til He appeared and the soul felt it’s worth
And here is the line that gets me every time and causes me to get teary and begin swaying, my soul is meant to feel it’s worth. My soul is meant to be weighty, my soul is both heavy and light, my soul is ever in motion longing to discover and become more ALIVE – I was made this way and it is not something I need to hide or manage, I must feel my soul’s worth
in turn feel
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
because hope truly is a thrill, a surge, an itch, a hunger and it makes me want to stand up and shout – hell no, the world doesn’t get to define the goodness of God.
yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
and yes there are times I will fall on my knees, times I will dance in the face of evil, times I will weep in the sorrow of loss, times I will burst into laughter because I
hear the angel voices
declaring that this night, this day, this season of life is truly divine because at the heart and core of my crafted soul is a knowing that
in His Name, all oppression shall cease
not because ceasing is ending something, but instead ceasing is about us pausing and remembering that
Oh Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
because there is no place that God is not and there is nothing that God will not partake in when it relates to us, because we ARE created to bear the image of God.
So yes I do have a favorite Christmas carol, and if you share space with me I might shed a few tears and sway a bit off beat when this song comes on, but know this is me learning to listen to what moves me to remember and claim that
holy nights are divine
if we have ears to hear.