Overhead the stars glisten in the
predawn sky like diamonds set in black velvet. A chill wind sweeps
off the nearby hills, seeping through the cracks and crannies of
every home, carrying with it the biting cold of winter. In the
pasture lands the sheep huddle together in woolly clumps seeking an
escape from the piercing fingers of frost.
As the eastern sky turns from black to
purple to brilliant orange, the cry of an infant intrudes upon the
early morning stillness. Somewhere, in a stable in a little village
nestled in the Judean hills, a young woman and her young husband
cradle her first little child in their arms.
Mystery of eternal mysteries, the
Divine Logos is come—Immanuel, which being interpreted is God
with us. For the little one in his mother’s arms is the One who
placed those diamond stars in that black velvet sky. In timeless ages
past it was He who ordained the warmth of summer and the cold of
winter. By the word of that vulnerable infant the sun burst into its
brilliant blaze of glory before there were human eyes to see it.
Indeed, upon the counsel of the Father it was that precious babe who
molded from the bones of the earth on the third day of time a little
hill someday to be called Mount Calvary.
For you see, the little One crying in
that cold stable, surrounded by the love and protection of a proud
young mother, is the mighty Son of the Highest, the Prince of Peace,
the Alpha and Omega, Jesus Christ, God’s Son, Savior.
O come let us adore Him, Christ the
Lord.
