Our lungs filled deeply as we waited for our cue to burst from the sky.
Then, just when we could contain our joy no longer, we heard it ~
A baby’s cry
The sound of God’s voice audible to human ears.
Heaven’s waiting room exploded with the sound of a chorus from the stretches of the skies!
Like a rocket shooting through the floor of Zion, we fired past the stars racing past us like comets through the galaxies on our course.
Our view tightened like a camera lens bound for the natural world as the Earth grew larger and larger, the outline of her curved horizon filling our vision. That vision narrowed closer in, past the countryside growing more precise and final to the exact location where we were to appear.
With a sound like thunder, we burst into the chilly Judean night, causing the darkness to scatter and turning the night as bright as day.
Though His glory was, and is evident in every note of praise and every sparkling, flawless sight in heaven, the grace shown that night was beyond our understanding.
The God over all, the Maker of the Universe, left His throne – and was now lying in a manger.
He came to save the hopelessness of man, to give them life when there was only death.
What kind of love is this?
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men!”
Merry Christmas my friends,