Day One Prompt: Silent Night
Silent Night has always been my favorite Christmas Hymns. The melody is haunting, lingering in your mind long after the last notes have died away. The words evoke a beautiful picture – a mother cuddling her sleeping child, basking in the miracle of His birth, and resting in the peace of Heaven’s love and grace.
But this year, Silent Night took on a new meaning for me. I began to think of the Heavenly Father and His reaction on that first Christmas. The 2nd Chapter of the Book of Luke, tells us that the skies were filled with an angelic choir who heralded the birth of the Savior.
And I like to think that this was the Heavenly Father’s “Proud Daddy moment” – much like earthly Father’s handed out cigars in the waiting rooms in yester years, and Daddies today send text messages with pictures and stats to family far and near – God was telling the world “See, that’s my boy. Isn’t He wonderful?”
Yet, I can’t help and wonder if there was not just the tiniest bit of sadness in the Father’s heart that day.
He knew that Jesus’ birth was just the beginning of the story.
He knew that the tiny babe would grow into a man that would be despised by men.
He knew that those small cries that echoed in the stable would one day become an anguished voice calling out “Father, why have thou forsaken me?”.
He knew the world that embraced the baby would turn against the man. They would call out for his cruxification.
The Father knew that the moment would come when He would have to turn His face away from His Son.
God knew that Christmas was the start of the salvation plan. He looked in the future and He saw the Cross.
However, God also saw beyond the cross.
He saw me. Lost, alone, living a life full of sin.
And He knew that as painful as what was to come would be for His Son, it was necessary. For the death of His son, would be the only way for me to find salvation.
Yes, His son would cry out “Father, why have thou forsaken me?”.
But His Son would rise again, and make a way for me to be able to sing “I am Redeemed”.
And so I like to believe that the Father shook away the sadness when He thought about what lay ahead for His son, and once again smiled at His son resting in Mary’s arms.