ON THAT SILENT HOLY NIGHT

Only two years ago, prior to the pandemic, we were getting ready for Christmas and awaiting our family from South Carolina and So. Korea to arrive.  It was the day of Christmas Eve when I was admitted to the hospital with a bacterial infection.  All the plans were placed on hold, but I was fortunate to be able to spend a portion of that silent, holy night with my family in that hospital room.

This year, after two years of a battle with a virus that has taken many of our friends and loved ones to heaven, the message of Christmas remains the same.  Jesus, the Son of God, was born to a virgin.  He took on human form to become one of us – to share our sorrows, our pain and loss – to give up everything for a world that was lost without Him.  I became ill with COVID19 right before Thanksgiving this year.  I thought we might be replaying the Christmas of 2019 but by the grace of God I am recovering fully from this dreaded disease.  Many haven’t recovered.  Many are leaving an empty chair behind this Christmas.  Many hearts are feeling the tremendous weight of their loss, but God still remains constant even in their sorrow.  For those of us who look forward to eternal life in heaven, we know that those we love are enjoying that very gift this Christmas.

I wrote this post after Christmas 2019.  I was gifted with a most remarkable event.  Many would call it coincidence or something I made up in my head, but it was very real to me and gave me great comfort.  If you are lonely this Christmas – if you feel there is no one who cares about you – if you are thinking tht the world would be better off without you – if your grief has taken over all your thoughts – remember this – On that holy, silent night, God came down from heaven, became a man, lived a life of poverty and sorrow, suffered, died and was buried.  He then rose to eternal life on His throne in heaven and He is waiting there for YOU.  You are never, ever alone – because God is always with you.

Post written 01/02/2020

All the anticipation – all the joyful music of the season – the reunions, the special laughter, the gatherings – suddenly came to an abrupt halt.  On this silent, holy night, as I looked out the expanse of wide windows into a fog covered night, a glorious moment occurred. There was no fanfare, no angel choirs, complete aloneness and not a sound.

Through the corridors of time, my mind swiftly covered seventy seven years of Christmas.  I remembered the yearly church services, with memorized Bible passages and the sound of beautiful hymns filling the sanctuary.  This was part of my Christmas for as long as I can remember.  It always began in church where the story of the Son of God has been told and retold through the ages.

There were the Christmases of plenty and those where there was very little to give, but the focal point of that special night never changed.  Jesus would be placed in a feeding trough for animals, after being wrapped tightly in strips of cloth.  This was not a bed fit for a King.  It wasn’t fit for any human habitation.  The humility of that very act shows us what the cost was for Christ to leave His home in heaven to take on our sins.

My mind quickly fast forwarded to this Christmas.  For weeks we had been anxiously awaiting our family from S. Carolina.  Our Minnesota kids helped to ready our home for the holiday.  Our usual Christmas Eve would be spent in church with all our clan and then off to our youngest daughter’s home for a fine dinner and celebration of being together.  Instead, I was in a hospital room, looking out at the blanket of dense fog which was cuddling every thing in sight.  I felt very small, yet part of something extremely big. I’m not sure if it was the moon or a very bright star that was pushing its way through the fog.

Even in the aloneness of that moment, I felt my heart leap for joy, because I knew God was with me and the treasure of His Son, laying on a mound of hay was enough to fill the empty spaces.  None of us should ever feel alone, even in our darkest times. The promises of God’s presence in our hearts has seen to that. He has made a place there for the Christ Child to live.

It was midnight when I looked out the window.  I contemplated the first Christmas and thought of the beauty of that silent, holy night. Time stood still for a moment and a feeling of peace rushed over me.  The story never changes.  It always ends the same way and yet each time I hear it, something new lands in my brain.  God is like that, you know.

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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11 Responses to ON THAT SILENT HOLY NIGHT

  1. K.L. Hale says:

    What a beautiful message of hope and love precious lady. You are an overcomer! I hear the hope in your story from nearly two years ago; and thank you for reminding us all about the love that is given to us free from a Savior who was so humbly born. You are right~we are never alone. God bless you. Love and hugs, Karla ❣️

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  2. Adelheid says:

    This is full of faith and hope. Thank you! You are strong. You are precious. God is always with you. 🥰🥰🥰

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Thank you Adelheid. Your words give me encouragement. My strength comes from God and Him alone, but I appreciate your kind thoughts and prayers.

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      • Adelheid says:

        You’re welcome. My strength also comes from God. I’m a person with disability since 4 years ago, hit by an 18-wheeler truck which left me with a broken hip that needed a replacement. It hadn’t been easy for me after that as I can no longer walk without a cane. I also can no longer stand for more than 10 minutes because my affected leg would go stiff and is really painful. But God has always been good to me. And my faith in Him is so great that I know I’d be able to walk again on my own. 🥰

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      • atimetoshare.me says:

        Great attitude. We can remain positive when we know God is with us. Merry Christmas!🎄

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      • Adelheid says:

        True! Merry Christmas, too! Enjoy! 🎅🎄❄

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  3. oneta hayes says:

    He never ceases to anoint the Old, Old Story with new thrills of love, peace, and joy.

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  4. Kathy, thanks for blessing so many with your past post. While life will always present its challenges, we can rest assured in the love and peace of our grace-filled Savior. Merry Christmas!

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