Meditation
Ah, see the baby, how beautiful he is!
He will walk among us, as one of us, and yet not so, for he has come forth from the God of heaven and earth. The praise of angels precede him, the prophecies of men are fulfilled in him, and the Spirit of the Lord is upon him.
And look! Here are the star-watchers, who have journeyed long, bearing gifts, that they may kneel before the Morning Star. Here are the shepherds too, who, hearing the song of angels as they kept their dark-night vigil among their flocks, have shaken off sleep to gaze on the one who will shepherd many peoples.
Come and see, the baby sleeps. But hush, for the cares and evils of the world and all men will lie heavy on his shoulders when he wakes, and he will bear that weary burden all the days of his life. He will feed the hungry, heal the sick, comfort the sorrowful, rebuke the proud, and restore life to the dead and dying. Then he himself will die for those who revile him and turn away. He will be torn, bruised, and broken for all, whether they have loved or hated him. He will forgive the ones who destroy his life.
Those who love him will falter and stray, but he will be faithful, because he loves them and they are his.
Oh! if only I could make you see how beautiful he is! This baby, this little child, this man named Jesus, this Son of God.
For the light has come, and the darkness does not know how to bear it.
He will walk among us, as one of us, and yet not so, for he has come forth from the God of heaven and earth. The praise of angels precede him, the prophecies of men are fulfilled in him, and the Spirit of the Lord is upon him.
And look! Here are the star-watchers, who have journeyed long, bearing gifts, that they may kneel before the Morning Star. Here are the shepherds too, who, hearing the song of angels as they kept their dark-night vigil among their flocks, have shaken off sleep to gaze on the one who will shepherd many peoples.
Come and see, the baby sleeps. But hush, for the cares and evils of the world and all men will lie heavy on his shoulders when he wakes, and he will bear that weary burden all the days of his life. He will feed the hungry, heal the sick, comfort the sorrowful, rebuke the proud, and restore life to the dead and dying. Then he himself will die for those who revile him and turn away. He will be torn, bruised, and broken for all, whether they have loved or hated him. He will forgive the ones who destroy his life.
Those who love him will falter and stray, but he will be faithful, because he loves them and they are his.
Oh! if only I could make you see how beautiful he is! This baby, this little child, this man named Jesus, this Son of God.
For the light has come, and the darkness does not know how to bear it.
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