Shadowy
figures slowly come into focus as a weary young couple stares into the darkness
of early nightfall, searching for a place to stay. Their long, dusty journey has
brought them to the hills of Judea, to the small town where King David had been
born so many years before. Empty, uninviting streets belie the importance of
this glorious moment. All the company of heaven peers down as the hordes of
hell shrink back in disoriented confusion; what child is this who is to be born this miraculous eventide? Soon, blazing light will rip away the shroud of darkness and the
Savior of the world will be revealed. O holy night, O night divine.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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