For it is written, “Be Holy for I am Holy.” – 1 Peter 1:16
O Holy Night was not a song at first, but a poem. In 1847 it was written by Placide Cappeau, a wine merchant, mayor of the town, and an occasional poet, who was asked by a parish priest to write a poem for Christmas mass.
It most certainly was a blessed Holy night, when Christ was born. You might say, it was the birth of Salvation. Actually, that’s exactly how Lucinda referred to it.
The birth of Christ was just the beginning – for Him and for mankind. He came to offer us more than we could imagine – and surely more than we deserve. He came – He gave – He made the ultimate sacrifice for God’s creation. Was it easy? No it was not. I cry when I read about how He prayed and sweat drops of blood in Gethsemane – no it was not easy! He asked His Father if there was some other way – some easier path that could be taken to save man. He would not have had to willingly give His life for us. He could have said no and gone back to Heaven with mankind lost for all time. He chose to take those nails and die for us.
Heaven’s Lamb is worthy of all honor and praise. Let’s celebrate that most Holy of nights.
She’s only 7 years old! Isn’t that great??? When I was 7 I was playing in mud puddles… true story.
A birth of joy, peace, light, love, hope and everlasting life for you and me. If that’s not a good reason to give praise and worship to the King – then I don’t know what is. He came to earth as a baby, was raised as a human, was ultimately given a death sentence and was tortured in a horrific manner before being hung on a cross. He went through with it – because He loved us. He loves you more than anyone ever has or ever will.
Is living a life of holiness too much to ask? It’s probably the least we could do in return for all He went through for us. He wants us to live for Him and to love one another. With His help, we can do that. 🙂