BEAUTY AND TRUTH IN A BLEAK MIDWINTER

 

In the bleak midwinter

Frosty wind made moan 

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone

Snow had fallen

Snow on snow, snow on snow

In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago

I’ve never left North America. All my nearly 72 years have been lived on the western Canadian prairies, thirty-seven in the French-Canadian community of Beaumont Alberta, known for its historic Catholic church at the top of the hill. Beaumont means ‘beautiful hill’. My wife and I raised our children in our little house at the bottom of that beautiful hill. 

The city spreads out from the church at its center. For over a century, beautiful frosty Christmas Eve midnight Masses have been celebrated, reminding people that Christ must be our focus of Christmas. Sub-zero temperatures do not stop the faithful from midnight Mass on December 24^th. Winter wind may frost the stained-glass windows but inside the old church, the light of Scripture, sacred traditions of the Season and carols warm the hearts of the people. 

We know that our hope stems from a small stable in Bethlehem for there could be no Calvary without a Bethlehem. Jesus Christ, the second member of the Trinity, chose to leave the Godhead and take the human form of a servant to pay the price for our sins on the Cross and give us the ability to be reconciled to God through faith in Christ.* 

Heaven cannot hold Him

Nor earth sustain

Heaven and earth shall flee away

When He comes to reign

In the bleak mid-winter

A stable-place sufficed

Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ

This was the divine plan since the Fall of man in Eden from the intimacy of a Holy God from humanity and continues to this day. We must not allow the festivities and jolliness of Christmas to lead us from that colossal cosmic birth of Mary’s beloved Christ child.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there

Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air

But only His mother in her maiden bliss

Worshiped the Beloved

With a kiss

When I consider the magnitude of what happened in Bethlehem and the unfathomable Love behind it, I can scarcely take it in. All I can do is give Christ my broken body and heart and surrender everything in my life to His divine will, content with whatever it might be.

What can I give Him.

Poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd, I would give a lamb

If I were a wise man, I would do my part

Yet what I can, I give Him

Give my heart

If you have not given your life to Jesus Christ, I invite you to seek Him. He’s at the door of your heart.** Open it to Him to come in and your life will change forever. It’s only a prayer away. Hear In A Bleak Midwinter, by Celtic Winter at the link below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xborgn0TOm0

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* Matthew 20.28, Luke 22.27, Philippians 2.7. 

** Revelation 3.20.