Tonight's theme was "stars". We were reminded of the lovely carol by John Rutter:
Sing this night, for a boy is born in Bethlehem,
Christ our Lord in a lowly manger lies;
Bring your gifts, come and worship at his cradle,
Bring your gifts, come and worship at his cradle,
Hurry to Bethlehem and see the son of Mary!
See his star shining bright
In the sky this Christmas Night!
Follow me joyfully;
Hurry to Bethlehem and see the son of Mary!
Angels bright, come from heaven's highest glory,
Bear the news with its message of good cheer:
See his star shining bright
In the sky this Christmas Night!
Follow me joyfully;
Hurry to Bethlehem and see the son of Mary!
Angels bright, come from heaven's highest glory,
Bear the news with its message of good cheer:
‘Sing, rejoice, for a King is come to save us,
Hurry to Bethlehem and see the son of Mary!’
See his star...
See, he lies in his mother's tender keeping;
Jesus Christ in her loving arms asleep.
Shepherd poor, come to worship and adore him,
Offer their humble gifts before the son of Mary.
See his star...
Sing his praise on this joyful Christmas Night;
Christ is come, bringing promise of salvation;
Hurry to Bethlehem and see the son of Mary!
During Advent, we come in reverence and adoration before the King of all the world. A King born, not in a royal palace attended by servants, but in a manger attended by poor shepherds who knelt in His presence.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if, as we look at these images and displays, we catch a vision of the great thing God did that first Christmas, bringing "promise of salvation" for humankind.
As if to reinforce the calm, quiet beauty of that first Christmas, we also played David Chilcott's "Shepherds Carol":
Wouldn't it be wonderful if, as we look at these images and displays, we catch a vision of the great thing God did that first Christmas, bringing "promise of salvation" for humankind.
As if to reinforce the calm, quiet beauty of that first Christmas, we also played David Chilcott's "Shepherds Carol":
We stood on the hills, Lady,
Our day’s work done,
Watching the frosted meadows
That winter had won.
The evening was calm, Lady
The air so still,
The evening was calm, Lady
The air so still,
Silence more lovely than music
Folded the hill.
There was a star, Lady,
Shone in the night,
There was a star, Lady,
Shone in the night,
Larger than Venus it was
And bright, so bright.
Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady.
Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady.
It seemed to us then
Telling of God being born
In the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady,
Telling of God being born
In the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady,
Our day’s work done,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves,
We give to your son.
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