“O
Holy Night!
The stars are brightly shining.
The stars are brightly shining.
It
is the night
of the dear Savior's birth.
Long lay the world
in sin and error pining,
of the dear Savior's birth.
Long lay the world
in sin and error pining,
till
He appeared
and the soul felt its worth.”
and the soul felt its worth.”
“O
Holy Night” by Adolphe C. Adam
France, 1847
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| Night Sky via Skyrim screenshot |
Stars
are never more noticeable than they are in the winter, especially out
here in rural South Dakota where "light pollution" is
practically nonexistent. Perhaps the frozen air is a little clearer,
or perhaps there's just more darkness than we're used to. Whatever
the reason, a hollow feeling of insignificance often accompanies
contemplation of our winter night's sky: a vast sea of stars and
planets we can't even begin to number. It's easy enough to feel
worthless, like a tiny speck among billions of other specks. How can
God possibly know each of us by name, much less love us all?
We can feel overlooked during this, the most family-oriented of seasons. Maybe we're too sick to make it to
parties and family gatherings. Maybe we don't have any to go
to. No spouse with us on the couch to watch Rudolph, no children to
open presents under our tree, no cards in our mailbox, no
carolers at our door... Why would God pay attention to us when no one
else does?
Overlooked
by the world, perhaps, but never by God. Because of the life, death,
and resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth, God has counted the very hairs
on each of our heads (Matthew 10:30). Let your soul feel its worth. You are worth the Son of God. Not bad for a speck
among specks.
“Can
a woman forget her nursing child, that
she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even
these may forget, yet I will not forget you.”
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