A Love Begotten

I can see it plain as day.  Me and my sisters pulling on Christmas plaid hand sewn by evening lights.  We drive out into the icy chill clutching coats and scarves close.  It’s as near as over the river and through the woods this dwelling people now call home.  Lights and trees twinkle in dark windows reminders of the season.  We stand before them wide eyed gaping at these fragile frail souls on the brink of eternity, souls with stories tucked away in minds that have frayed and we offer hope for what else can one bring to someone at the end of their days? The starting pitch lilts through the air and we break into song piercing the dark with light:

Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega;
He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!

Furrowed brows relax and lips move with us and my tendered heart brims over this bringing of Christmas hope and joy to the forgotten, forsaken.

O, that birth forever blessed
When the Virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving,
Bore the Savior of our race,
And the babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed his sacred face,
Evermore and evermore!

The melodies build in full harmony as if all heaven joins us now, saints gone before, unite as one in song. And this chant that’s been breathed since the fifth century lives on.

O ye heights of heaven, adore Him.
Angel hosts, his praises sing.
Powers, dominions, bow before Him,
and extol our God and King.
Let no tongue on earth be silent;
Every voice in concert ring,
Evermore and evermore!

The evening ends we whisper goodbyes and Christmas cheer and wheel weary women and tired men down long hallways to their darkened rooms.  I can’t help but linger, one more hug, one more hand squeeze to the lonely the lost the lovely. And this heart is busting full for the world weeping and all I can bring is the babe in the manger.  The door closes, we walk out into a full moon night snow sparkling like little lights, lights that beam heavenward to the gift come down long ago.


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