Title: A Wonderful Night; An Interpretation Of Christmas
Author: Snowden, James H. (James Henry), 1852-1936
Language: English
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A Wonderful Night

By JAMES H. SNOWDEN


Decorations by
Maud and Miska Petersham

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Nights differ as much as days. Some nights have witnessed great events
and been charged with ethical significance in the history of the world.
One such night stands forth crowned with supreme distinction, the night
that heard angels sing, and was starred with the Birth of Bethlehem.
This book treats the various events and steps that led to the central
wonder and interprets the story in terms of its significance today and
invests it with poetic light.

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THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
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[Transcriber's note: The above text is taken from the front flap of the
dust jacket.]



A Wonderful Night


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A Wonderful
Night

An Interpretation of
Christmas

By James H. Snowden

Decorations by Maud and
Miska Petersham

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The Macmillan Company
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Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1919.



Contents


CHAPTER

    I. An Age of Wonders

   II. Preparation for the Event

  III. A Wonderful Fulfillment of Prophecy

   IV. An Historical Event

    V. Simplicity of the Narrative

   VI. The Town of Bethlehem

  VII. The Wonderful Night Draws Near

 VIII. The Birth

   IX. No Room in the Inn

    X. Angel Ministry

   XI. Angels and Shepherds

  XII. The Concert in a Sheep Pasture

 XIII. The First Visitors to Bethlehem

  XIV. The Star and the Wise Men

   XV. A Frightened King

  XVI. An Impotent Destroyer

 XVII. Splendid Gifts

XVIII. Was a Child the Best Christmas Gift to the World?

  XIX. A World Without Christmas

   XX. Has the Christmas Song Survived the World War?

  XXI. The Light of the World



O Little town of Bethleham,
  How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
  The silent stars go by:
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
  The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
  Are met in thee to-night.

                  --Phillips Brooks.



[Illustration: A Wonderful Night]



[Illustration: A Wonderful Night]



I. An Age of Wonders


[Transcriber's note: The first letter of each chapter is in the form of
an illustrated dropped capital.]

We live in an age of wonders. Great discoveries and startling events
crowd upon us so fast that we have scarcely recovered from the
bewildering effects of one before another comes, and we are thus kept in
a constant whirl of excitement. The heavens are full of shooting stars,
and while watching one we are distracted by another. So frequent is this
experience that our nerves almost refuse to respond to the shock of a
new sensation. We are no longer surprised at surprises. The marvelous
has become the commonplace, and the unexpected is what we now expect.

Yet we are not to suppose that our age is the only one that has had its
wonders. Other times had theirs also, only these old-time wonders have
become familiar to us and ceased to be wonderful; but in their day they
were marvelous, and some of them equalled if they did not surpass any
wonders we have witnessed. The Great War was the most cataclysmic
eruption that has ever convulsed the world, but it was not more
revolutionary and sensational in the twentieth century than the French
Revolution was in the eighteenth and the Reformation was in the
sixteenth century. The discovery of America in the fifteenth century
created immense excitement and was relatively a more colossal and
startling occurrence than anything that has happened since.

The telescope and the Copernican theory were as great achievements in
their day as the spectroscope and the nebular hypothesis are in our day.
The most useful inventions and the most marvelous products of the human
brain are not the railway and telegraph after all. The art of printing,
which infinitely multiplies thought and sows it in the very air and
every morning photographs the world anew, is a more useful invention and
in its day was a great wonder. Still farther back, hidden in the mists
of antiquity, lies the invention of the alphabet that is even more
useful and marvelous. It is when we get back to the oldest tools, the
hammer and plough and loom, that we come to inventions of the greatest
fundamental utility, and we could better afford to give up all our
modern magic machines than to part with these.

The oldest literature is ever the ripest, richest and best, and Homer
and Shakespeare overtop all our modern writers as the Alps overshadow
the hills lying around their feet. What modern preacher can compare in
eloquence and power with Paul and Isaiah? Nature is ever full of new
wonders, and yet the grass was as green and the mountains as grand and
the golden nets and silver fringes of the clouds were as resplendent in
the days of Abraham as they are to-day. We are the heirs of the ages,
but wonder and wisdom were not born with us, and with us they will not
die.

Where must we go to find the greatest wonder? Not to the scientist's
discoveries and the inventor's cunning devices: the greatest marvel is
not material but spiritual; and to find it we must not look into the
present or future, but go back to the first Christmas morning. On that
morning the Judean shepherds had a story to tell which all they that
heard it wondered at and which is still the wonder and song of the
world. The birth of Jesus is absolutely the greatest event of all time.
Whatever view is taken of him he has become the Master of the world.
Christ has created Christendom, silently lifting its moral level as
mountains are heaved up against the sky from beneath. The coming of such
a unique and powerful personality into the world is an infinitely
greater wonder than the discovery of a new continent or the blazing out
of a new star in the sky.



II. Preparation for the Event


Near events may have remote causes. The river that sweeps by us cannot
be explained without going far back to hidden springs in distant hills.
The huge wave that breaks upon the ocean shore may have had its origin
in a submarine upheaval five thousand miles away.

A wide circle of causes converged towards this birth; all the spokes of
the ancient world ran into this hub. When Abraham started west as an
emigrant out of Babylonia, "not knowing whither he went," he was
unconsciously traveling towards Bethlehem. Jewish history for centuries
headed towards this culmination; this was the matchless blossom that
bloomed out of all that growth from Abraham to Joseph and Mary. Priest
and prophet, tabernacle and temple, gorgeous ritual and streaming altar,
sacrifice and psalm, kingdom and captivity, triumph and tragedy were all
so many roots to this tree. These were the education and discipline of
the chosen people, preparing them as soil out of which the Messiah could
spring. The great ideas of the unity and sovereignty, spirituality and
righteousness of God, the sinfulness of sin and the need of an
atonement were in flaming picture language emblazoned before the people
and burnt into their conscience. Christ could do nothing until these
ideas were rooted in the world.

Pagan achievements, also, "the glory that was Greece and the grandeur
that was Rome," were roots to this same tree of preparation for the
coming of Christ, though they knew it not. Greece with all the glories
of its philosophy and art showed that the world never could be saved by
its own wisdom; and all the laws and legions of Rome were equally
impotent to lift it out of the ditch of sin. Neither a brilliant brain
nor a mailed fist can save a lost world. Yet both Greece and Rome made
positive contributions to the preparation for Christ. Greece fashioned a
marvelous instrument for propagating the gospel in its highly flexible
and expressive language, and Rome reduced the world to order and hushed
it into peace and thus turned it into a vast amphitheater in which the
gospel could be heard. Greece also contributed philosophy that threw
light on the gospel, and Rome gave it a rich inheritance of law.

God thus set this event in a mighty framework of preparation. He got the
world ready for Christ before he brought Christ to the world. He was in
no haste and took plenty of time before he struck the great hour. The
harvest must lie out in the showers and sunshine for weeks and months
before it can ripen into golden wheat, and the meteor must shoot through
millions of invisible miles for one brief flash of splendor. The
centuries seemed slow-footed during that long and dreary stretch from
Abraham to Mary, "but when the fulness of time was come, God sent forth
his Son."



III. A Wonderful Fulfillment of Prophecy


This birth was a wonderful fulfillment of prophecy. The Jews had
cherished the hope of the promised Messiah for thousands of years.
Through all their national vicissitudes, enslavement in Egypt,
wanderings in, the wilderness, establishment and growth in the promised
land, internal division and external captivity in Babylon, restoration,
and final subjection to the Romans, this hope burned on the horizon of
their future as a fixed star. It was this that ever led them on and held
them together and made it impossible to break or subdue their spirit.
This was the dawn that filled all their dark and bitter days with the
rosy glow of hope.

Yet the Messiah came not, and as the centuries slowly rolled along they
must have grown weary and at times have doubted. Sceptics scoffed,
"Where is the sign of his coming?" But the great heart of the nation
remained true to its trust, while prophets caught glimpses of the coming
glory and white-headed, trembling old saints prayed that they might live
a little longer and not die before he came. Perhaps this hope was never
at a lower ebb than when the Roman power was ruthlessly grinding the
nation down into the dust. But suddenly at this darkest hour a blinding
light burnt through the floor of heaven and shepherds ran about
announcing that the Messiah was born! Who can imagine the surprise, the
wonder, the overwhelming amazement this news created? How many were
eager to go to Bethlehem and see this thing which had come to pass! And
when it was found to be true, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy and
old men blessed God and said, "Lord, now lettest thou thy servants
depart in peace."

Yet why should they have wondered at God's faithfulness in keeping his
promise, as though he could ever have forgotten it or failed to bring it
to pass? Why should we ever wonder at the faithfulness of God? Doubtless
in some degree because of our human infirmity. Our sense of unity with
God and trust in him have been weakened by sin until we are ready to
doubt him as though he were one of ourselves. His promises also are so
far-reaching and great, splendid and blessed, they so far surpass our
thoughts of wisdom and mercy, that, even though they have been repeated
to us until we are familiar with them, when they are fulfilled we wonder
at the faithfulness that will bring so great things to pass.



IV. An Historical Event


The story starts with the place and time of the Saviour's birth. Jesus
was born in Bethlehem of Judea, in the days of Herod the king. There are
many myths and legends floating through the world that are often
beautiful and useful, but they hang like gorgeous clouds in the air and
are ever changing their shape and place. They are growths of the
imagination and lack historic roots and reality. They are chary of names
and dates and hide their origin in far-away mists. However powerfully
and pathetically they may reflect the needs and hopes of the human
heart, they are unsubstantial as dreams and afford no foundation on
which to build our faith. Heathen religions are generally woven of this
legendary stuff. The Greek and Roman divinities were all mythical. But
the scientific spirit has swept these imaginary deities out of our sky
and rendered belief in them impossible. Our religion must be rooted in
reality and cannot live in clouds, however beautifully they may be
colored. We refuse hospitality to anything but fact. Give us names and
dates, is our demand.

The Bible responds to this requirement. Christianity is an historical
religion. The gospel narrative begins with no such indefinite statement
as "Once upon a time," but it starts in Bethlehem of Judea. The town is
there and we can stand on the very spot where Jesus was born. The
narrative places the time of his birth, in the days of Herod the king.
History knows Herod; there is nothing mythical about this monster of
iniquity. These statements are facts that no keenest critic or scholarly
unbeliever can plausibly dispute. So the gospel sets its record in the
rigid frame of history; it roots its origin down in the rocky ledge of
Judea. Christ was not born in a dream, but in Bethlehem. We are not,
then, building our faith on a myth, but on immovable matters of fact.
This thing was not done in a corner, but in the broad day, and it is not
afraid of the geographer's map and the historian's pen. The Christmas
story is not another beautiful legend in the world's gallery of myths,
but is sober and solid reality; its story is history. Our religion is
truth, and we will worship at no other altar.



V. Simplicity of the Narrative


Though surcharged with such tremendous meaning, carrying a heavier
burden of news than was ever before committed to human language, yet the
simplicity with which the story is told is one of the literary marvels
of the gospels. This event has inspired poets and painters and has been
embroidered and illuminated with an immense amount of ornamentation.
Genius has poured its splendors upon it and tried to give us some worthy
conception of the scene. But the evangelists had no such purpose or
thought, and their story is told with that charming artlessness that is
perfect art. They were not men of genius, but plain men, mostly tax
collectors and fishermen untrained in the schools, with no thought of
skill or literary art. Yet all the stylists and artists of the world
stand in wonder before their unconscious effort and supreme
achievement. No attempt at rhetoric disfigures their record, not a word
is written for effect, but the simple facts are allowed to tell their
own eloquent and marvelous tale. The inspired writers mixed no
imagination with their verities, for they had no other thought than to
tell the plain truth; and this gives us confidence in the
trustworthiness of their narrative. These men did not follow cunningly
devised fables when they made known unto us the power and coming of our
Lord Jesus Christ, for they were eye-witnesses of his glory.



VI. The Town of Bethlehem


The land of Palestine is divided from north to south by a central range
of mountains which runs up through this narrow strip of country like a
spinal column. About five miles south of Jerusalem a ridge or spur
shoots off from the central range towards the east. On the terminal
bluff of this ridge lies the town of Bethlehem. On the west it is shut
in by the plateau, and on the east the ridge breaks steeply down into
the plain. Vineyards cover the hillsides with green and purple, and
wheatfields wave in the valleys. In the distant east, across the Dead
Sea, the mountains of Moab are penciled in dark blue against the sky.

At the present time the town has eight thousand inhabitants. Its
flat-roofed houses are well built and its narrow streets are clean. It
is a busy place, its chief industry being the manufacture of souvenirs
of olive wood which are sold throughout the Christian world. Its
principal church is the Church of the Nativity, which is built over a
cave that is one of the most sacred and memorable spots on the globe. It
is believed that this cave is the place where Christ was born, and a
silver star inlaid in the stone floor is intended to mark the exact
spot. It was then used as the stable of the adjoining inn, and in its
stone manger the infant Jesus may have been laid.

At the time of this event Bethlehem was a mere village of a few hundred
people. It might have been thought that Jerusalem, the historic
metropolis and proud capital of the country, the chosen city of God and
seat of the temple and center of worship, a city beautiful for
situation, magnificent in its architecture, sacred in its associations
and world-wide and splendid in its fame, should have been honored with
this supreme event in the history of the Jews. But an ancient prophet,
while noting its comparative insignificance, had yet put his finger on
this tiny point on the map and pronounced upon it a blessing that caused
it to blaze out like a star amidst its rural hills. "But thou, Bethlehem
Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of
thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose
goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting." And so proud
Jerusalem was passed by, and this supreme honor was bestowed upon the
humble village.

Great men, as a rule, are not born in cities. They come up out of
obscure villages and hidden nooks and corners. They originate closer to
nature than city-born men and seem to spring from the very soil. The
most noted birthplace in Scotland is that of Burns: it is a humble
cottage with a thatched roof and a stable in one end of it. The most
celebrated birthplace in England is that of Shakespeare, and again it is
a plain cottage in a country village. Lincoln was born in a log hut in
the wilds of Kentucky, Mohammed was the son of a camel driver, and
Confucius the son of a soldier. The city must go to the country for its
masters, and the world draws its best blood and brains from the farm. It
was in accordance with this principle that the Saviour of the world
should be born, not in a city and palace, but in a country village, and
that his first bed should be, not a downy couch, but a slab of stone.



VII. The Wonderful Night Draws Near


"Now it came to pass in those days, there went out a decree from Cæsar
Augustus, that all the world should be enrolled." This is the point at
which the orderly and scholarly Luke opens his account of the birth of
our Lord. It seems like going a long way off from and around to the end
in view. But there are no isolated facts and forces in the world and all
things work together. When we see providence start in we never can tell
where it is going to come out. If God is about to bless us, he may start
the chain of causation that shall at length reach us in some far-off
place or land; or if he is about to save a soul in China he may start
with one of us in the contribution we make to foreign missions. Cæsar
Augustus, master of the world, from time to time ordered a census to be
taken of the empire that he might know its resources and reap from it a
richer harvest of taxes. It was probably between the months of December
and March, B.C. 5-4, that such a census was being taken in the province
of Syria.

In accordance with ancient Jewish usage, all citizens repaired to the
tribe and village from which they were descended, and were there
enrolled. In the town of Nazareth in the north lived Joseph, a village
carpenter, and Mary, his espoused wife, who though a virgin was great
with child, having been overshadowed by the Holy Spirit and the mystery
having been revealed to her and her betrothed husband. They were both
descended from the royal line of David, and therefore to Bethlehem they
must go. With us such a journey of eighty miles would mean no more than
stepping on a railway car at nine o'clock in the morning and stepping
off at noon. But with them it meant a toilsome journey on foot of
several days. Slowly they wended their way southward, led on by the
irresistible hand of Cæsar, far away on his throne. The ancient Hebrew
prophecy of Micah and the imperial decree of Cæsar thus marvelously
fitted into each other and worked together. Mary must have known of this
prophecy, and we know not with what a sense of mystery and fear and joy
she drew near to the predicted place where the Messiah was to be born.

Bethlehem sits like a crown on its rocky ridge. At length its walls and
towers loomed in the distance, and then presently up the steep road
climbed the carpenter and his espoused wife and passed through the gate
into the village. When they came to the inn, it was already crowded with
visitors, driven thither by the decree of Cæsar that had set all
Palestine in commotion. In connection with the inn, generally the
central space of its four-square inclosure, but probably in this case a
cave in the limestone rock, was a stable, or place for the camels and
horses and cattle of the guests. Among these oriental people it was (and
is) no uncommon thing for travelers, when the chambers of the inn were
fully occupied, to make a bed of straw and spend the night in this
place. In this stable, possibly the very cave where now stands the
Church of the Nativity, Mary and Joseph found lodgings for the night. It
was not a mark of degradation or social inferiority for them to do this,
though it was an indication of their meager means, as wealthy visitors
would doubtless have found better accommodations.



VIII. The Birth


In that cave Mary brought forth her first-born son; and as there appears
to have been no woman's hand there to minister to her, she herself
wrapped the new-born babe in swaddling clothes; and as there was no
other cradle or bed to receive it, she laid the child in the trough from
which the camels were fed. This is all we know of what took place on
that memorable night from which the history of the Christian world is
now dated. The apocryphal gospels, legends that afterwards grew up, fill
the chamber with supernal light so that visitors had to shade their eyes
from the splendor of the child; and the painters portray the holy child
and mother with halos of glory around their heads. But this is all
imagination and myth. Jesus was born as other human beings are born, and
looked just like a human child. No one seeing him could have guessed
that a unique birth had ruptured the continuity of nature and brought a
divine Man into the world. There was no glory streaming from his person,
and no spectacular display of pageantry and pomp such as attended the
birth of a Cæsar. The Son of Man did not come with observation, but
stole into the world silently and unseen. If we could have gazed upon
the Christ-child as it lay in its manger, we would have been
disappointed and thought that nothing extraordinary had happened. But a
great event rarely seems great at the time; long centuries may elapse
before it looms into view and is seen in its central place as the axis
of history. Outward size and circumstance do not measure inward power
and possibility. God brought only a child into the world that night, but
in that Child were sheathed omnipotent wisdom and mercy and might to
save the world.



IX. No Room in the Inn


"There was no room for them in the inn." And so Jesus came into a world
where there was no room for him in the habitations of men. After all
this preparation through which the centuries grew into readiness for his
coming, after all these types and prophecies, sacrifices and symbols,
after all this weary waiting and passionate hope and all these golden
dreams, when the promised One came there was no room for him and he was
not wanted! "He came unto his own, and his own received him not." Was
there ever a greater and sadder anticlimax and a more cruel
disappointment? Let us admit that there may have been no fault in this
matter, no lack of hospitality in the keeper or the guests of the inn,
as the village was overcrowded, and the fact that these late arrivals
were compelled to put up with a place out in the enclosure, possibly a
cave, where the animals were kept, was no intended incivility or
uncommon hardship. Nevertheless, whatever may have been the reason, the
fact was that there was no room for Jesus in that inn the first night he
spent in this world, and this fact was sadly prophetic of his reception
in the world he came to save.

There were few places where he did find welcome: generally there was no
room for him even in places where he had the most reason and right to
expect it. And if it was no lack of hospitality that kept him out of
this inn, it certainly was the lack of this grace and the positive
presence of hostility that in after life excluded him from many places
where he wanted to be.

Jesus was not wanted in his own country: Herod tried to leave no room
for him there. He was not wanted in his own town: his neighbors tried
to hurl him down a cliff to his death. He was not wanted in his own
church: its ministers and doctors of divinity fell upon him in malignant
fury and at last crucified him. Even his own family found it hard to
make room for him in their inner circle. Small room was there in this
evil world for this pure and lowly spirit. Then why did he come to it?
Because he so loved it that he gave himself for it. Small room do we
still leave for Jesus as we crowd him out of our hearts and lives and
out of our social order and civilization with our selfishness and sin.
Is it a discouraging fact that there is so little room for Christ in the
world? Then let us note the fact that there is more room for him to-day
than ever before, and this room is ever widening.

How much that inn missed by not having room for this mother and her
babe! Its finest apartment lost a glory that fell upon the manger out
of which the cattle were fed. How much shall we miss if we do not have
room for Christ? There is one world where there is room for Jesus and
where he is wanted: heaven. And all who are like him shall find room
with him in its many mansions.



X. Angel Ministry


Jerusalem and Rome knew nothing of this event. The High Priest offered
the evening sacrifice unaware that it was rendered obsolete by the
coming of the true Sacrifice, and Cæsar slept that night without a dream
that a Rival had been born who would uproot his empire and erect a
worldwide kingdom. Earth was unconscious of this birth, but heaven knew
it. There was holy ecstacy in all the shining ranks above, and "angels
seem, as birds new-come in spring, to have flown hither and thither, in
songful mood, dipping their white wings into our atmosphere, just
touching the earth or glancing along its surface, as sea birds skim the
surface of the sea."

Around all the events of the birth and ministry of Christ there are the
flutter and flash of angel wings, and this story would lose much of its
music and charm if it were stripped of its angel ministration. The Bible
is full of angels. They appear to Zacharias the mother of John the
Baptist, and they find Mary the virgin mother, as a beam of morning
light finds a white-leafed flower, and reveal the mystery that has come
upon her. No sooner is the infant Jesus laid in his manger than the door
of heaven opens and there comes trooping forth a radiant throng, filling
the midnight sky with splendor and proclaiming to earth the glad
tidings. Angels ministered to Jesus in the wilderness and strengthened
him in the garden. More than twelve legions of angels waited to do his
bidding when he was arrested. Angels rolled away the stone from his tomb
and sat by the empty grave, announcing his resurrection as they had
announced his birth; and as they thronged the skies at his coming, so
they hovered in the air at his going; and when he comes again he shall
come in his glory with all the holy angels with him.

These angels are still in the world as the ministers of God, though
invisible to mortal eyes. We see the firefly only through the little
luminous section of its flight, but it still flies on after it ceases to
be visible. So we see these angels only through that shining section of
their path in which they waited on Jesus; but they are still flying
through the world as invisible spirits. The angels of little ones are
always before the face of their Father in heaven, and as they bore the
spirit of Lazarus to Abraham's bosom, so they still may bear departing
spirits up the shining stairway of the stars to the eternal home. We
know not in what wide ways they minister to us; how there is a rush of
angel wings to the cradle of every new-born babe; how they constantly
pitch their tents around us in the viewless fields of air; and how often
they bear us up lest we dash our feet against a stone.

How little we know of the world in which we live! We weigh its rocks and
grind them up and melt them in our crucibles; we fling our nets through
all space and catch the stars; and when we can find nothing more to
measure and analyze we think we have found and explained all. But the
finest and best things cannot be grasped by these coarse processes.
Sunbeams cannot be weighed on hay-scales, and gorgeously-colored bits of
cloud cannot be caught in a crucible. We can weigh the new-born baby,
but not the mother's love for her child. A telescope cannot see an
angel, though millions of them may be flying across its field of vision.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our
philosophy. In our blind materialism we need to have our eyes opened
that we may know that this universe, which often seems so empty and dark
to us, is a blazing sea of spiritual splendor in which burning suns
float as black specks and which is thronged with troops of angels that
do the will of God and wait on us.



XI. Angels and Shepherds


The Christ-child was born, and now the problem was to get the wonderful
news out into the world. There were no newspapers to announce it in
startling headlines and cry it out upon the morning air, and, if there
had been, their reporters would not have been keen enough to discover it
and probably would have had no interest in it. God used other means. An
angel came from heaven to proclaim the great event to earth. Where shall
he begin, what human ears shall first have the privilege of hearing the
glad tidings? Let the angel go to Jerusalem, we would have said, and
call upon the High Priest and first take him into his confidence, and
then let him go to the Temple and stand amidst the splendors of that
holy sanctuary and announce to the assembled priests and scribes that
prophecy had been fulfilled and their long-expected Messiah had come.
Shall not some respect be paid to official places and persons? Has not
God ordained priests and presbyters through whom he dispenses his grace
and administers his kingdom?

Yet history witnesses that at times few men stand in God's way more than
ecclesiastics. They are rarely the men that earliest hear a new message:
God must usually tell it to some one else first. One of the most
startling things in the Bible is the fact that the announcement of the
birth of Christ was made, not to priests, but to shepherds, and the
gospel was first preached, not in a church, but in a pasture field where
there were more sheep than men to hear.

What a rebuke is this to our ecclesiastical pretension and pride! God
can easily dispense with us, and may pass us by to speak to some humbler
soul. The great people up in the Temple have no monopoly of his grace,
and it may break out in some wholly unexpected place. The gospel is no
respecter of places and persons. It may be preached in a costly church
or stately cathedral, but it is equally at home in a country school
house, or in a wooden tabernacle, or in a sheep pasture. In simplicity
and catholicity it is adapted to all classes and conditions of life. It
has the same message for priest and people, prince and peasant, scholar
and shepherd, and all receive from it an equal welcome and blessing.



XII. The Concert in a Sheep Pasture


In the night of the Nativity the shepherds were in the field keeping
watch over their flocks, for those faithfully engaged in the lowliest
duties may receive a splendid visitation from heaven. The night did not
seem different from other nights. The skies were as serene and the stars
burned as calm as in all the past. The shepherds were as unconscious of
any coming wonder as the sleeping sheep that lay like drifted snow on
the ridges. Yet the heavens were strained tense with expectation and
were on the point of being shattered into song. Flocks of angels were
flying downward from the stars, and as their white wings struck earth's
atmosphere they kindled it into radiance with heavenly glory, and from
the gallery of the skies they chanted their song, accompanied with all
the golden harps and deep-toned organ pipes of the celestial choir.
Never before or since was such a concert heard in this world, and yet
only shepherds and sheep were present to hear it. The encircling hills
were the grand amphitheater in which it was rendered, the grassy slopes
were the only seats, and there were no tickets of admission, but, like
the gospel itself, it was given without money and without price. Musical
artists are often sensitive and critical and exclusive people, chary of
a free exercise of their gifts and particular as to their audience, but
angels will sing for anybody.

The simple-minded shepherds were sore afraid at this outburst of
heavenly music, as wiser people would have been. An angel voice sang the
solo:

    Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy
    which shall be to all the people: for there is born to you this day
    in the city of David a Saviour,  which is Christ the Lord. And this
    shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find a babe wrapped in swaddling
    clothes, and lying in a manger.

"Be not afraid!" Sin has wrought such disorder in this world that the
thought of spirit visitors frightens us and heaven itself must not come
too near. There are great reasons for fear in this darkened world, but
the coming of Jesus into it is not one of them. His only mission is to
release us from the bondage and bitterness of sin and let us out into
the glorious liberty and joy of the sons of God. And Christ has in a
marvelous degree cast fear out of the world and poured joy through all
its channels, as the sun disperses the night and spills its splendor
over hills and vales.

The good tidings announced the birth of a Saviour, and this is the best
news this sin-stricken world can hear, for sin is the root of all our
fear and misery. Back of every bitter tear lies a guilty thought or
deed. This connection is often visible upon the surface and stabs us in
the face, and then it may lie hidden under many generations, but it is
always there. Sin is the disease that poisons all our blood and blights
our physical and moral and spiritual health and happiness. Cut this ugly
tree up by the roots and all its scarlet fruits and poisonous leaves
will wither; cure this disease and our human world will be transformed
into a new Paradise of God. A Saviour is the supreme need of the world,
and his birth was news good enough to bring singing angels to earth and
fill all the centuries with song.

Definite directions were given for finding the new-born Saviour in the
city of David, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in the manger. The
angelic message was not simply a song in the air, a halo of celestial
light, a splendid but fading vision, but it bound itself down to
definite places and circumstances and left something solid. Again we
note that this thing, was not done in a corner and is not afraid of
facts. Jesus was a true human child and took upon him our form down to
his infant clothes. The Christ is a great wonder in his divine
personality, ever transcending our utmost comprehension, but we can
understand his swaddling bands. Christianity is not all mystery, but it
also comes down close around us and embodies itself in many plain facts
and duties. "Ye shall find the babe." The shepherds were not left to
wander around in uncertainty, but sent direct to the place. Christ is
not hidden from us, clear directions point out the place where he is,
and every soul that seeks him shall find him.

The angel solo broke out into a heavenly chorus which gave a broad
interpretation of the meaning of the birth of Christ:

    Glory to God in the highest,
    And on earth peace among men in whom he is well pleased.

This chorus first ascribes glory to God, for all things good and
beautiful come from him and express his glory, as all rays of daylight
shoot from the sun and are its splintered splendor. The gift of Christ
manifests the glory of God in that it displays the divine wisdom in
devising the plan of salvation, the divine power in executing it, and
the divine love as its mighty motive. The glory of God, that streams
through the heavens as through a dome of many-colored glass, is
concentrated and burns with the interest brightness in the person of his
Son.

The chorus next pronounces peace upon men. Divine glory and human good
will are related as cause and effect. When men get right with God they
at once get right with one another, as the center of a circle, when
truly located, pulls every point on the circumference into its proper
place in the curve; but when men are at variance with God they are at
enmity among themselves. Divine glory is the sun shining in the heavens;
human good will is a garden and orchard all abloom with flowers and
laden with fruit. As the glory of the sun is transformed into rosy buds
and sweet fruit, so is the glory of God transformed into human good
will. The glory of God and the peace of men are never in antagonism, but
are always complementary and harmonious, they are the two sides of the
same gospel, two parts of the same song. They cannot be separated and
must go together; in glorifying God we make peace among men, and in
making peace among men we glorify God.



XIII. The First Visitors to Bethlehem


The angels' song died away in the solemn silence, and the shepherds were
left alone. It was a critical hour with them. Would they follow this
vision and turn it into victory, or would they let it vanish with the
last echo of the song and relapse into the old dull routine? No, they
did not let it pass, and life was never the same to them again. "Let us
now go," they said, "even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is
come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us." They translated
vision into action and presently were climbing the rocky slope to
Bethlehem. Had these shepherds not followed up the message their
knowledge of their Messiah would have immediately been cut short. We
hear divine messages and see heavenly visions enough, but too often we
let them fade into forgetfulness and pass into nothingness. A message
does us no good until it becomes action, the grandest vision that ever
swept through our brain or illuminated our sky leaves no vestige of
worth unless it is turned into conduct and character. "Let us now go and
see this thing." We do not know Christ until we see him as our Saviour.
Seeing is believing, this is the simplicity of faith, and when we see
Christ through the direct vision and personal experience of faith and
obedience we are transfigured into his likeness.

"And they came with haste, and found both Mary and Joseph, and the babe
lying in the manger." Were they disappointed at the humble mother, wife
of a workingman, and at the manger cradle? These did not match the
desire and expectation of the Jews. They had long cherished the
passionate hope of an earthly prince who would come wearing purple
robes and marshaling armies to trample hated oppressors under feet and
make Jerusalem the mistress of the world. They would have said that the
Christ should be born in a palace and laid on softest down and covered
with silken robes. What a surprise was this manger to their thoughts and
shock to their feelings. Were ever deep-seated, long-cherished hopes
treated with more cruel irony? But God's ways are not as our ways.
Christ was brought into the world at the very point where he could get
the deepest strongest hold upon it and most powerfully swing it starward
from the dust. He was born among neither the very rich nor the very
poor, but in the great middle class at the center of gravity of
humanity, by lifting which he would lift the world. Had he come as a
pampered child of wealth he would never have got hold of the great heart
of humanity; but he came as one of the people, knitting himself into
humble relations, growing up among plain folk of the countryside and
toiling as a common workingman. And so when he began to preach the
common people heard him gladly.

Promise was exactly matched by fulfillment. "Ye shall find a babe," was
the promise of the angel, and now the record reads, "And they found the
babe." When did God ever lead us to expect anything and then disappoint
us? He gave us thirst that urges us to find water, and matching this
need he has created bubbling springs and sparkling streams. He gave us
hunger that seeks bread, and it finds fields of golden grain and
orchards of rosy fruit. He gave us minds that seek truth, and they find
it; he gave us a craving for love, and heart matches heart. He set
eternity in our hearts and gave us deep instincts that reach after the
Infinite, hearts that cry, "Shew, us the Father and it sufficeth us."
Shall all lower needs be satisfied and this supreme search and cry of
the soul be disappointed and mocked? "And they found the babe," is the
answer to this need and promise. God sends us with all our deep needs
and mysterious longings to that cradle in Bethlehem, where they will be
exactly and fully matched and satisfied. He that hath seen this Child
hath seen the Father.

The shepherds, having seen for themselves, immediately began to make
known abroad the saying which was told them concerning the Child. The
gospel is a social and expansive blessing and cannot be shut up in the
individual heart. We are saved to serve, we are told the good news that
we may tell it to others, we get it that we may give it. And the more we
give it the more we get it, for this bread multiplies in our own hands
as we share it with others, as did the loaves beside the Galilean sea.
Great souls have ever grown rich by the lavish prodigality with which
they bestowed their gifts on others, and because Jesus gave himself God
hath highly exalted him.

First angels and then shepherds: how startling the contrast. Jesus has
deep affinities with both: on his divine side he is related to heaven,
and on his human side he is related to earth. And the first men he drew
to his side were shepherds, representatives of the common people. He did
not come as a member of any special class, especially of the upper
class. No one can ever save the world by winning over the rich and the
great. Society cannot be lifted from the top. Whoever would raise the
level of society must get his lever under its foundation stones. Taking
hold of the carved cornice will tear the roof off and lift it away from
the building, but raising the lowest stone will also push up the
spire's gilded point. He who elevates the peasant will also in time
elevate the prince. Jesus did not begin with Cæsar, but with shepherds,
and then in three hundred years a Christian Cæsar sat on the throne.

The gospel still works from beneath; going down into the slums of
Christian cities; working among the poor and degraded of heathen lands;
and seeking the lowest tribes of men from whom have been defaced almost
the last vestige of humanity and restoring them to the image of God.
Christ is saving the world as a whole. He is not slicing the loaf of
society horizontally, cutting off the upper crust, but he is slicing it
vertically from top to bottom.

How wonderful is the simplicity and beauty of this gospel that shepherds
are drawn by it. It takes some brain to read Plato. Shepherds would not
get much out of Sir Isaac Newton, or a child out of Shakespeare, or a
sorrowing heart out of Emerson. But every one can get milk and honey for
his soul out of the gospel of Jesus. His wonderful words of life have
the same sweetness and saving power for shepherd and scholar, peasant
and prince. However lowly and unlettered one may be there is wide room
for him around the manger of this Child.



XIV. The Star and the Wise Men


The birth of Jesus created a new center for the world and set heaven and
earth revolving around his cradle. All things began to gravitate towards
him as by a new and more powerful attraction. Angels sang, shepherds
wondered, a new star glittered upon the blazing curtain of the night,
and wise men came from afar to worship him. These wise men were Persian
priests, scholars, scientists, astrologers, students of the stars.
Rumors of a coming King or Saviour were widespread in the ancient world
and doubtless had reached these worshipers of the sun to whom the stars
were embodiments of deity. A new star in their sky, whatever it may have
been, would instantly attract their attention and receive from them a
religious interpretation. The celestial messenger was a fulfillment of
their hope and a guide to their feet. They were obedient to the heavenly
vision, and across long burning stretches of desert sand they came and
appeared in Jerusalem with their inquiry concerning the new-born King of
the Jews.

They were therefore broad-minded men whose horizon was wider than their
own deserts, or they never would have overleaped their national piety
and patriotism and prejudice into search and reverence for a Jewish
king. But something told them that the new King, though born a Jew, was
of universal interest and was more than human; they forefelt his
divinity. Therefore they were come to the King, not to gratify their
curiosity, not to speculate and debate and frame a new creed, but to
worship him. There was no war between the science and the theology of
these wise men. Their science did not kill their religion, and their
religion did not strangle their science. The stars, according to their
simple-minded way of thinking, did not crowd God out of his universe.
Knowledge and reverence made one music in their minds as both science
and faith grew from more to more.

A religion that could not stand the most searching and pitiless light of
scholarship could not live. Science kills pagan faiths as with a stroke
of lightning. But the gospel lives, because wise men go to Bethlehem and
find there, not fiction, but fact. It welcomes and inspires the
profoundest science and philosophy. God in his Word is not afraid of God
in his works. The tallest intellects in all these centuries have bowed
at the side of this manger.



XV. A Frightened King


The inquiry of the wise men startled Jerusalem and frightened Herod. The
proud metropolis had not yet heard the news. The immortal honor of
having given birth to the Christ had been denied to her haughty brow and
had become humble Bethlehem's imperishable crown. The very name of king
gave Herod a terrible shock. He was a usurper steeped in crime and was
ever trembling on his throne. No hunted, white-faced, Russian Czar ever
feared nihilist's bomb more than he feared rebellion's revolt and
assassin's knife. Rebel after rebel he had crushed into spattered brains
and blood, and here was rumor of another Rival born under the shadow of
his throne. Herod was troubled and his terror sent a strange wave and
shudder of fear through the city. So the same gospel that made angels
sing and wise men worship and started good news out over the world,
created consternation and trouble up in Herod's palace and in his city.
Christ came to give peace and joy, but his gospel is a sword to some.
The good man's presence is always the bad man's condemnation and stirs
hatred in his heart. Every good influence that falls upon us, according
as we use it, brings either more joy or trouble, and the gospel itself
is either a savor of life unto life, or of death unto death.



XVI. An Impotent Destroyer


Herod took swift and thorough measures, as he thought, to crush his new
rival. He called the priests into his counsel and demanded to know where
the Christ should be born. Too often has the priest been subject to the
beck and call of the king. Bad men will use the church for their own
evil purposes when they can, and will then grow condescending and
complaisant towards the minister and liberal in their gifts. We must be
ready to receive and help any man, but we must beware of men that push
their way into the church for sinister ends. The church is no man's
tool, and when it is thus prostituted its power and glory are gone.

The priests knew their Bibles and, in answer to Herod's question, put
their finger on the very text and town. They knew where Christ was to be
born, but they did not know Christ when he was born. We may have an
exhaustive knowledge of the letter of the Bible and yet not know its
spirit; we may know many things about Christ and yet not know Christ.

Herod, having gained knowledge of Christ, immediately turned it against
Christ. He sent searchers after the child, falsely and wickedly
pretending that he also wanted to come and worship him. There is no
truth, or means of good, or gift of God so holy and blessed that men
will not turn it to evil ends. Afterward Herod, in blind but impotent
rage, sent soldiers and thrust a sword through every cradle in
Bethlehem; but the Child, sheathed in omnipotence, had escaped, and
Herod could sooner have crushed the earth flat than have hurt a hair of
his head.

Herod was the forerunner of a long line of enemies who have endeavored
to kill this Child. Pagan Rome poured the fires of ten dreadful
persecutions on the heads of his followers, but they could not
extinguish his name in fire and blood. Often have the fires of martyrdom
been kindled around his disciples, but they have stood faithful to him.
Skeptical scholarship has tried to reduce his gospel to a fable and even
to resolve Jesus himself into a myth, but as soon could it dissolve the
rocky ledge of Bethlehem into vapor and cloud. And did not Voltaire
prophecy in 1760 that ere the end of the eighteenth century Christianity
would disappear from the earth? Many are the authors and books that
have thought to make an end of Jesus, but he still lives the same
yesterday and to-day. And does not unbelief and unfaithfulness in our
hearts also try to strangle this Child? Every evil thought we cherish
and every evil deed we do are so many swords we thrust into his cradle.
Herod has a long and numerous progeny, and we may find them close to our
own door and even in our own hearts.

The star appears to have been invisible to the wise men while they were
in Jerusalem--in that guilty city, which in its pride thought it had a
monopoly of divine favor, the stars of faith were eclipsed by a worldly
spirit--but when they emerged from the city the star once more led them
on and stood over where the young Child was. God has put many stars in
our sky to lead us on to Christ. The stars themselves are as vocal with
divine messages as though every one of them were a golden bell hung in
the dome of the night to ring out some good news from God. The Bible is
a great constellation in which every promise and precept is a star, and
all its stars stand over Christ. All the Christian centuries are starred
with events and achievements that point to Christ as King.



XVII. Splendid Gifts


"And they came into the house and saw the young child with Mary his
mother; and they fell down and worshipped him; and opening their
treasures they offered unto him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh."
Is there anything more beautiful in the Bible, or in all literature? The
imagination of painter or poet may well kindle at the scene. There are
the wondering mother, the worshiping wise men bowing down, the shining
fragrant gifts, and in the midst, as the center and glory of it all, the
young Child. This Child, which even in its infancy subordinates mother
and wise men and gold to itself, is indeed a King. Worship is the
expression of reverence, and reverence is the root of all worth and
divineness in life. The human soul is a poor and pitiful fragment until
it is completed and crowned with worship, a lost child until it finds
its Father. The wise men found a King to worship; they were not
following a false guide across weary wastes into nothingness. Our
instinct of worship is not false, but is true and is matched with its
appropriate satisfaction. Christ completes our human childhood with
divine Fatherhood. He that hath seen him hath seen the father.

These Persian scholars were forerunners of other wise men going to
Bethlehem. Through all the Christian centuries men of genius have been
laying their most precious gifts at the feet of Christ. Columbus had no
sooner set foot on a new shore than he named it San Salvador, Holy
Saviour; and thus he laid his great discovery, America, at the feet of
Jesus. Leonardo da Vinci swept the golden goblets from the table of his
"Last Supper" because he feared their splendor would distract attention
from and dim the glory of the Master himself. The hand that rounded St.
Peter's dome reared it in adoration to Christ, and Raphael in painting
the Transfiguration laid his masterpiece at the feet of this Child.
Mozart there laid his symphonies, and Beethoven the works of his
colossal genius. Shakespeare, "with the best brain in six thousand
years," who has poured the many-colored splendors of his imagination
over all our life, wrote in his will: "I commend my soul into the hands
of God my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only
merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life
everlasting." Tennyson begins his In Memoriam, in the judgment of many
the superbest literary blossom of the nineteenth century, with the
invocation, "Strong Son of God, immortal Love."

Though Jesus wrote no book himself and never wrote any recorded thing
except a few words in the sand which some passing breeze or foot quickly
obliterated, yet out of him have grown vast forests of literature. It
would tear great gaps in the shelves of any library and leave the
remaining volumes spotted with blank spaces if all the books about him
and references to him were removed. A thousand books have been written
about Lincoln and eighty thousand about Napoleon, but if all the books
that were ever written about Lincoln and Washington and Napoleon and
Cæsar were piled up in one heap it would look small beside the mountain
of books that have been written about Jesus Christ. Not only have the
writers written about him above every other figure in history, but in
like degree the artists have painted him and the musicians have sung
about him. He is the most fertile theme of all literature and art, and
the gifts that genius have heaped about his feet are an incomparable
testimony to the adoration that is paid to him.

About the first use to which any notable invention is put is to spread
the gospel of Jesus. The very first book printed on a printing press was
the Bible, and this wonderful and perhaps greatest human invention has
been busier printing this book than any other to this day and multiplies
its copies by the hundred million over the world. The newspaper is a
mighty means of spreading his principles. The railway and steamship
carry his gospel, and the airship gives wings to the same good news.
Telegraph and telephone flash it, and wireless waves set the ether over
whole continents and oceans aquiver with the messages of Jesus Christ.
The sewing machine sews for him, the typewriter writes for him, and even
battle ships and bayonets may fight for him. Sooner or later every
inventor must lay his magic machine at his feet. For him the statesman
legislates, the scientist investigates, the author writes, the artist
paints and the singer sings. In an increasing degree Jesus is drawing
all men into his service, and they are laying their treasures at his
feet. The gold of the wise men was only the first gleam of the shining
heaps of wealth that his followers are now piling on the altar of his
service. This process will go on until the whole world will lie at his
feet.

Every generation sends a more numerous company to Bethlehem. With every
century worshipers arrive from more distant lands. From every quarter of
the circumference of the globe paths now run to the manger of this
Child, worn deep by millions of feet. The nations are beginning to come.
By and by these converging paths will be crowded and all the ends of the
earth shall bring their gold and shall worship at his feet.

What is the explanation of the mighty, worldwide, attractive power of
this Child? There is only one adequate explanation: "He shall save his
people from their sins." The world is tired of men who come to save it
with programmes only an inch long; who have nothing better to propose
than longer laws and cleaner sanitation; who, unmindful of the
experiment in Eden, would have us believe that if we were only placed in
a pleasant garden where we had plenty to eat and little to do we would
all be good. The weary world wants one who can go to the root of its
unrest, and it is finding out that this can be done by him who is mighty
to save people from their sins. All who put their trust in him are
blessed with purity and peace. In this great world, lost in sin and
beaten upon by infinite mystery, there is only one voice that comes like
music across our life with power to cleanse and comfort us; and this is
the Voice whose infant cry was first heard in Bethlehem. Let us now go
even unto Bethlehem while the song is in the air and see this Child and
worship at his feet.



XVIII. Was a Child the Best Christmas Gift to the World?


When we come to think of it, does not a child seem an insignificant and
disappointing gift for God to make to the world? After so long
preparation and so great promises and hopes, would we not have expected
some greater and more wonderful gift? But a child is so common; millions
are born every month; there is nothing unique and wonderful about a
child. Why did God not rather give some invention or discovery or piece
of knowledge that would revolutionize and bless the world? Would he not
have done enormously more for mankind if in the first century of our era
he had given them the printing press, or the steam engine, or the
electric light? May there not yet be waiting for us some invention or
knowledge that will work wonders beyond anything we have dreamed and
shower material comforts on the world?

This thought grows out of our blind materialism which leads us to think
that matter is the master of mind, circumstance more important than
character and the things of the body than the things of the spirit. But
material improvements do not necessarily improve men. The locomotive has
little relation to character. It picks a man up at one point and drops
him at another the same man he was. If he is selfish and wicked at the
beginning of the journey, he is just as selfish and wicked at its end.
It is a simple fact that all our material progress works little
improvement in morals. At the hour Christ was born Rome had an amazing
material civilization, blazing with splendor, but all the more rapidly
was it rotting at the core.

But a child has in it the possibility of growth and of imparting
regenerating ideas and a new life to the world. Sir Isaac Newton did not
give any money or material gift to the world, but he gave it scientific
ideas and a scientific spirit, and in giving it this he raised the
intellectual level of the world and gave it the power of making millions
of money. Shakespeare gave the world no new machine, but he opened the
eyes of men to see heavenly visions and thus enriched them with
treasures above all the gold of the world. Martin Luther invented no
steam engine or sewing machine, but he taught men the rights of
conscience and created our modern liberties. No material thing, however
powerful and splendid, can make a better world: this work calls for
better men. Therefore when God brings into the world a child endowed
with superior intellectual and moral power, though his gift is only a
babe and seems insignificant and hardly worth counting among so many,
yet he has sent one of the greatest gifts of which his omnipotence is
capable. An old German schoolmaster always took his hat off to each new
boy that came into his school, never knowing what elements of genius
might have been mixed in his newly molded brain. When Erasmus came out
of that school his prophetic instinct was justified. Never despise a
child, for in it sleeps some of the omnipotence and worth of God.

But the Child which God gave the world as its Christmas gift was no
merely human child however richly endowed. This Child was human and was
born in time, but he was also divine and came forth from eternity. The
possibilities that were sleeping in this Child were foreseen by the
prophet Isaiah in the names that were prophetically given him, every
name being a window through which we can look in upon his personality
and power, every title being one of his crowns: "His name shall be
called Wonderful, Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of
Peace." All these powers and possibilities are incarnated in this Child,
and he is working them out in a redeemed world. God made no mistake,
then, he gave us no small and common gift, but he did his best and gave
the world the greatest possible Christmas Gift when this Child was born.
All the grass in the world came from one seed, all the roses from one
root, and all the redeemed that shall at last populate heaven and fill
it with praise throughout eternity shall be saved by the grace and clad
in the beauty of this Child.



XIX. A World Without Christmas


What would be the effect of blotting Christmas out of the calendar of
the world? Imagination would have to explore wide and deep in order to
trace all the consequences. The gladdest holiday of the year would fade
into a common day. The weeks that precede it would lose all their
interest of preparation and expectation and would sink into dull days.
The stores would not blossom out into brilliant bazars, cunning fingers
would not be busy in secret, there would be no making and buying and
hiding gifts, and there would be nothing waiting to be disclosed on
Christmas morning! The morning of this day would dawn gray and bleak
just like any other morning, and no red letter would distinguish it on
the calendar of the year. There would be no glad greetings with the
first streak of light, no rush for gifts and joyous surprises, no home
gatherings, no neighborhood festivities, no benefactions to the poor.
The tide of life would not on this day rise higher and run fuller and
take on richer colors and sparkle with brighter joy, but it would remain
at the old level and creep along in the same dull sluggish way.

Deeper losses would result from blotting this day from the calendar.
There would be no story to tell of that wondrous birth that took place
on the first Christmas morning and fixed the date from which all other
events are dated. To blot Christmas out of the world we would have to
blot nineteen Christian centuries from the history of the world; in
truth, we would have to go farther back and dig up the roots of Hebrew
history running through twenty centuries. We would have to go through
the world and destroy every church and Christian institution: nearly
every hospital would go down under this fell decree, and most of our
schools and colleges. Our Bibles would all have to be burned, and our
literature would be perforated and ripped to pieces. Furthermore, we
would need to pull out of human character and life all the strands of
purity and peace, of faith and love and hope, that have been woven into
the hearts and lives of men by the hand of Christ. We would have to stop
all our preaching and praying and hush every Christian hymn and song. We
would have no word of salvation from sin, no comfort in trouble, and no
hope as we look out into the beyond. The world would lose its Light and
be wrapped in night.

Do we want such a world? Can we believe that God would make such a world
and leave us as "infants crying in the night, infants crying for the
light, and with no language but a cry"?



XX. Has the Christmas Song Survived the World War?


But has not the Christmas star already been extinguished in such a
night? Has the angels' song survived the World War? Have not its notes
of glory to God in the highest and peace among men been utterly drowned
and lost in the rattle of machine rifles and the mighty explosions of
monster guns that shook Europe and reverberated around the world? Was
not this war the flat denial and total annihilation of the message and
spirit of Jesus, entirely silencing the angels' song that gladdened the
earth at his birth? Can it even be heard after many months when angry
voices and the crash of falling wreckage still disturb the world? These
ominous questions are causing anxiety to many Christian souls and may
well give us pause.

But the gentlest forces are ever the mightiest and last the longest.
The sunlight is swallowed up in the storm and the very sun itself seems
blotted from the heavens, but presently the blackness breaks, the clouds
roll away, and the sun again smiles upon the scene, as, indeed, it had
never ceased to smile. The song of the birds is hushed in the crash of
thunder and the rush and roar of wind and rain, but after the storm
passes their dulcet voices again sing out with fresh gladness in their
song. A hammer can pound ice to powder, but every particle is still
unconquered ice, and only the gentle kiss of the sun can subdue and melt
it into sweet water. High explosives and poisonous gas can devastate the
earth, but only the balmy breath of the springtime can clothe it in
verdure and cause it to burst into bud and bloom.

The war has indeed enwrapped and in a degree wrecked the world, and the
voices of peace were little heard in the storm. But now that the guns
are silenced and the clouds are rolling away peace is again surging up
in the heart of humanity as a passion and is at the work of clearing
away the wreckage and of rebuilding the new and better world that all
men hope is to emerge out of the ruins of the old. Alexander and Cæsar
and Napoleon and the Kaiser--mark the anticlimax!--are gone, their
swords are rust, their dreams are dust, but Jesus Christ remains the
same yesterday, to-day and forever. His penetrating and persistent voice
was not really silenced even during the confusion of the war, rather was
he then speaking in the thunderous tones of judgment; and now the
Christmas angels are being heard again as birds are heard after the
storm. The hand of Christ has been shaping the course of the world, even
when convulsed in war, and is now remolding its plastic elements into
form. He has not been dethroned and discrowned in this world-cataclysm
in which so many thrones and crowns have come tumbling down, but is
still the Prince of Peace. The Man of Nazareth is speaking with a
majestic voice to-day to all these nations and asserting the waste and
wickedness of war and the brotherhood of man as they were never asserted
before, and urging them to build a league of peace that may be the
greatest outcome and blessing of the war. A new world may arise out of
the ruins of the old that will be worth all the blood it cost and may be
the prelude of the fulfillment of all the dreams of prophets and poets
of a Parliament of Man under the rule of which "the kindly earth shall
slumber, lapt in universal law." Then shall the angels' Christmas song
break from the gallery of the skies and fill all the world with its
notes, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men in
whom he is well pleased."



XXI. The Light of the World


Jesus was born into a dark world. Politically it was bound. Despotism
constricted and strangled it at the top, and at the bottom its millions
were shackled slaves. Intellectually it was decadent. Philosophy had
stopped and stagnated in Athens, and no fresh current of thought was
irrigating the world, no new light was breaking upon the human mind.
Religiously its pagan faiths were outworn and dying or dead. Judaism
itself had gone to seed and was only a dry husk. Morally the world was
terribly corrupt, from its lowest slums up to the palaces of the rich
where sensuality ran riot. As a consequence of these conditions,
pessimism spread a dark pall over the world. Men everywhere were in
despair. They entertained the darkest and bitterest views of life.
Nothing seemed to them worth while. The world was all a muddle, and the
human heart cried out that life

    Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
    Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
    And we are here as on a darkling plain
    Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
    Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Into this dark world Jesus was born. He was only a babe, a single speck
in the vast mass of humanity, but this Babe was luminous and shone with
heavenly light. A star shed its radiance over his cradle--symbol and
prophecy of his mission. As he grew in years he grew in luminosity until
he lighted up Palestine and shot some rays across the borders of that
little land into the great world. Death could not quench his growing
light, but he rose to heaven, as the sun rises to its zenith, whence his
light now falls in increasing splendor over all the world.

This Light has been shining nineteen hundred years and it has made a
wide and deep impression on the darkness. Open the map of the world, and
its bright spaces correspond with and are largely caused by the shining
of this Light. The teachings and spirit and power and personality of
Jesus are illuminating the world. Political despotism and slavery cannot
live under the light of his gospel of brotherhood and are fleeing from
his presence. Intellectual light is flooding all Christian lands: has it
not been touched by his torch? Moral darkness is being penetrated and
dissipated by the purity and peace of Christ. Pessimism meets its match
and victor in his mighty jubilant optimism. He clears the world of the
muddle of its confusion and turns it into our Father's house. He lifts
life up and makes it worth while in its great and grand meaning.

As from the uplifted hand of the Statue of Liberty in New York harbor
there shoots a sheaf of electric light that illuminates all the bay, so
from the pierced hand of Christ there shines a blaze of light that
penetrates and scatters the darkness of the world. We live in this
Light. This is the meaning and true blessing of Christmas time. This is
the real joy that breaks over the world on Christmas morning. All our
gifts derive their significance from this Gift; all our joys are
scintillations of this Light.


O thou Light of the world! In thy Light help us to see light. May sin
not wrap us in darkness, may not a worldly life breed in us a spirit of
bitterness and despair. Shine upon us with the light of thy truth and
thy love. Light up the world for us so that we shall see it as our
Father's house. May thy presence put a deeper, richer, gladder meaning
into all our life and pour a new splendor over all the world. And may
nations come to thy Light and kings to the brightness of thy rising.



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