After forty-three years of marriage, I found myself alone on Christmas. It is a Sunday, and I attended Sunday School and Worship that morning. After worship several families invited me to share Christmas dinner with them. I politely declined and went home to grill a steak with baked potato and salad.
Watching the fire ready for cooking I thought about the shepherds abiding in their fields watching flocks as Bethlehem readied for the arrival of God Incarnate Jesus. As the sun was sinking and the darkness covering the light I realized that I was not alone. There were no heavenly hosts, angels, or shepherds but I did hear the sounds of small town Linden, Alabama enjoying Christmas day fading into the darkness.
I began to sing Silent Night. In solitude I knew that a great cloud of witness surrounded me. I hope you enjoy the moment with me in the video below.
This still breaks my heart!
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