through all the. . .
and. . .
the busyness of this season,
I want to remember the REASON for it all.
The Word of God, Jesus Christ, on account of His great love
for mankind, became what we are in order to make us what
He is Himself. Bernard of Clairvaux
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, O, hear the angel voices
O night divine, O night when Christ was born. John S. Dwight