The Son of the Most High

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A very beautiful Christmas song is “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming.”

I have been listening to an instrumental version this Christmas season.

Here are the words, telling of the coming of Jesus:

Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming

Behold, a Branch is growing
Of loveliest form and grace,
as prophets sung, foreknowing;
It springs from Jesse’s race
And bears one little Flow’r
In midst of coldest winter,
At deepest midnight hour.

Isaiah hath foretold it
In words of promise sure,
And Mary’s arms enfold it,
A virgin meek and pure.
Thro’ God’s eternal will
This Child to her is given
At midnight calm and still.

The shepherds heard the story,
Proclaimed by angels bright,
How Christ, the Lord of Glory,
Was born on earth this night.
To Bethlehem they sped
And in a manger found him,
As angel heralds said.

This Flow’r whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness ev’rywhere.
True Man, yet very God;
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens ev’ry load.

O Saviour, Child of Mary,
Who felt our human woe;
O Saviour, King of Glory,
Who dost our weakness know,
Bring us at length we pray,
To the bright courts of Heaven
And to the endless day.

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In the Bible, we have the account of how an angel was sent to Mary:

The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”

 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be.  But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God.  You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus.  He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David,  and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”

—Luke 1:28-33

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Of Great Joy

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The stars were bright tonight, without the  moon to compete with, as yet.

It was cold, too, so a coat was in order.

The Bible study group that I belong to was having a dinner party at the home of one of the members.

The atmosphere was warm with love inside.

Friends greeted each other with smiles and laughter.

There were candles on some of the tables inside metal jars.

Open lettering exposed the light and flame.

“Joy” was glowing through one of them.

I’m sure that every single person at the dinner had something of concern going on in their lives.

Jobs.

Finances.

Health.

Relationships.

Anything, really.

No one is exempt from difficulties in life.

Yet, there was something else present around the tables and chairs.

Joy.

Deep within the hearts of each guest lived a knowledge of God’s love for them.

A place of settled peace with Him.

A space occupied by knowing Jesus.

Whatever else happens in life, those things cannot be changed.

Joy emerges from such a knowledge.

In the book of Luke, these words bring us joy:

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

—Luke 2: 8-14

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