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O Little Town of Bethlehem
"But you, Bethlehem Ephrata, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for Me one who will be Ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times." Micah 5:2
Christmas Eve, 1865, a pilgrim rode on horseback from Jerusalem to Bethlehem. A giant of a man, he stood six feet six inches tall and weighed nearly 300 pounds. The traveler, Phillips Brooks, was a renowned American preacher. There, in the City of David, the inspiration for a “new” carol was given to Phillips Brooks. At a Christmas service in 1868, the song was premiered. The fourth of the original five stanzas is usually omitted; it is not readily available so I have included it.
In 1869, Phillips Brooks, left Philadelphia for Boston. He had been born in Boston on December 13, 1835. There he preached Christ and Christ crucified so powerfully that many testified that he was more Christ like in appearance than he had ever been before.. When told of his death, January 23, 1893, a five-year-old friend of the preacher exclaimed, "Oh, Mama, how happy the angels will be.”
O Little Town of Bethlehem
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lieAbove thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go byYet in the dark streets shineth, the everlasting lightThe hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all aboveWhile mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering loveOh morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth.And praises sing to God, the King, and peace to men on earth.How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is givenSo God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heavenNo ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sinWhere meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in
Where children pure and happy, Pray to the Holy Child,
Where misery cries out to thee, Son of the Mother mild;
Where charity stands watching, And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, And Christmas comes once more
Oh holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we prayCast out our sin and enter in, be born in us todayWe hear the Christmas angels, the great glad tidings tellO come to us, abide with us, our lord Emanuel.
For many centuries, God had shown how He could use the most insignificant people to accomplish great things for Him. Bethlehem, although it was the birthplace of David, was as insignificant to the land of Judea as many Old Testament prophets, kings, and judges had been. God can use any of His children or any part of His creation for His purpose and glory; I wonder what He might have in store for me?
O Come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel!
Unless noted all scripture is NIV ©1984 International Bible Society
Hugs +/or ChIPS © 3/05 Eleanor Gale dma A Sister’s Hugs
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About the Author: Eleanor Gale lives in southern New Jersey. The eldest of six children from a close Christian family (41 & 2 on the way; 4 generations / country wide), her two children, their spouses and her two grandchildren are her greatest joys in life. Although she suffers from Chronic Lyme Disease, IBS, Fibromyalgia, and Diabetes – she serves God as He calls her, where He calls her, when He calls her – all in His power and strength.