The Moore American

December 19, 2012

Remembering that holy night so long ago

By Wanda Billbe
The Moore American

MOORE — The closer it gets to Christmas, the stronger the image is in my mind. It’s not the Christmas tree or the glowing lights around town. It’s certainly not the shopping – although I have to admit at first the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping was fun. Now during the last few days it seems hectic and everyone is frazzled in their efforts to find that one last “perfect gift.” 

It’s been a whirlwind and I long to sneak off to a quiet place; close my eyes and picture a stable in Bethlehem. Inside all snug and wrapped in swaddling clothes is the Savior of the world. But for one moment He is a baby, born just like you and me.

How could He have left heaven’s splendor to be born in a lowly stable? Why did He give up so much just for us? 

Yet on that night so long ago it was part of God’s perfect plan that His son lay in a manger with shepherds kneeling at his feet.

Oh, how I long to be one of those shepherds on that first Christmas night. I want to join with the angels as they sing, “Glory to God in the highest; peace on earth good will toward men.”

But wait. No matter how busy we are we can slip away from the crowd and take a moment to be transformed back to that holy night.

In awe we worship you, Lord Jesus, and thank you for coming to earth in such a lowly state. Let us never forget Bethlehem, the stable and the sacrifices made for us.

As Christmas draws near may we each do the same; to the stable, the manager and the Christchild so dear.

Merry Christmas to you and your family and may God’s peace surround you every moment during this holiday season.