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Written by Joanne Melton from The Village Church

When I was around seven or eight years old, my sister and I took piano lessons every Saturday.   My mother was an excellent pianist, and my sister was on the way to being that good.  Unfortunately, that was not on my list of fun things to do.  I would have preferred being outside climbing trees, talking with my friends, riding a bike…but, alas and alack, piano practice was part of my weekly activities. So, with a frown on my face, I sat down at the piano bench and began my practice.  There was a new piece of music I had never seen before.  The cover was fascinating…there was a picture of an angel on it.  She was just beautiful! I opened the first page and looked at the music.  It appeared that maybe I could play this…when I started the first stanza, I was just totally amazed with the words and the music together.  The more I began to play, the music filled my head. It was in the very first verse that my breath was taken away: “Fall on your knees; O hear the Angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night, O Holy night, O night divine!” Can anything be more beautiful than those words?  I appreciate the hymn every time I hear it played!

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining; it is the night of the dear Savior’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices! O night divine! O night when Christ was born!

Written by Nina Pope from The Village Church

For me, it started at an early age…as far back as I can remember, I used to sing myself to sleep nightly. Prior to the emergence of what we now call a record player, in the era of the “Victrola,” I listened to and learned the entire score of the musical “South Pacific.” To this day, a chord or two of “Some Enchanted Evening” still warms my heart. By the time I got into the church children’s choir at about age 9, I was fully invested in Christmas music. Those were the days when Christmas hymns were commonly heard on the radio or publicly sung in school, and when many people seemed to know the lyrics of hymns and went caroling. At one Christmas pageant, our choir sang a jubilant presentation of “Angels We Have Heard on High,” which remains a personal favorite. Over the years, many other lyrics found their way into my repertoire, and today I enjoy those sacred songs by various artists from croonings by Nat King Cole to Willie Nelson and beyond. My very favorite lyric by far is lifted from verse 3 of “O Little Town of Bethlehem,” which actually calls us to silent reverence. Wishing you a soothing, musical Christmas filled with silent, eternal truths.

How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is giv’n! So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heav’n. No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin, where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.

Written by Joan Osborne from The Village Church

Many decades ago, at Christmastime, my elementary school choir sang carols at a local shopping center. Whenever Angels We Have Heard on High was the next selection, I got excited, knowing the beautiful musical runs that were coming as we sang “gloria in excelsis deo” even though I barely knew what those words meant. It didn’t matter. As a child, the music alone transported me. I felt joy. I felt the grandeur of the scene. I felt the angels, singing over the plains. I felt the mountains replying. I felt the praise to God in the highest. I didn’t really understand themagnitude of the moment, but I knew its joy. The music carried me there. It was a moment experienced by its sound. Years later I began to study the lyrics. When I understood the words of praise to God for bringing our Savior into the world and the response of everything in heaven and on earth that rejoiced at His coming, I appreciated my favorite carol anew. Grab your hymnal, read all four verses, and let the music play in your head. Imagine the heart of the Frenchman who put the two together. And then thank God for the treasure of Jesus–and for the music. Or for a full experience, click the link below.

Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o’er the plains, and the mountains in reply echoing their joyous strains. Gloria in excelsis Deo. Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Written by Alan Vermilye, a contemporary author. This is an excerpt from Volume 3 of his book “The Carols of Christmas.”

The setting was London, England, in the 18^th century, shortly before the advent of the Industrial Revolution. Half of the population was living in dire conditions…Nearly half of the children born during this period didn’t survive past their second birthday…Charles Wesley was all too familiar with this reality. He and his brother John had been tirelessly preaching the gospel across the country and had witnessed firsthand the exploitation of children and the horrible conditions they endured…While sitting on a train coach in 1744, he couldn’t help but ponder the profound sense of injustice that surrounded him. In his discouragement, he clung to Haggai’s reminder to the Israelites that God’s power can transform a bleak present into a future filled with unimaginable glory… Wesley found himself deeply moved and motivated to write a prayer that would capture the profound needs and longings of humanity, as well as the hopeful anticipation of Christ’s imminent return to restore justice and bring about complete renewal. It was a prayer filled with eager anticipation, reminding believers of Christ’s first coming to Bethlehem and their longing for his future return…This beautiful hymn resonates through time, offering peace and inspiration. Like Wesley, we, too can examine the decline of culture in modern times, the attack on Christian values and principles, international conflicts, and the persisting challenges in our own lives that leave us feeling overwhelmed and in need of deliverance, peace, and hope.

Come, thou long expected Jesus, born to set thy people free; from our fears and sins release us, let us find our rest in thee.

Written by Joanne Melton from The Village Church.

The song “Children, go where I send thee” is a traditional African-American  spiritual. It  was first recorded in 1936, but dates back to the 17th and 18th centuries. The verses relive many familiar stories  from the Bible that remind us  of our call to move beyond our comfort zone and carry Jesus’ message of love and  hope to the world. What better time to do this than during the  Christmas season?  The tasks don’t need to be grand. We might be delivering a meal to someone who is in need, visiting the lonely, writing a note of encouragement, teaching our children and grandchildren the true meaning of Christmas, or simply having the courage to take the next step in faith when an opportunity arises. I hope you enjoy this lively song as much as I do as we celebrate joy and hope this season.

Children, go where I send thee; How shall I send thee; I’m gonna send thee one by one. One for the little bitty baby born of the Virgin Mary. Born, born, born in Bethlehem. 

Written by Alexis Waid, a contemporary pastor and spiritual director.

In so many of our beloved Christmas songs we find a call to action that asks us to “come.” Have you ever noticed that? It’s because in order to follow God, we must come to him. Of course he is always there, but we must respond, must come. There is an action required on our part in order to be a witness to the miracle of who God is. The coming is not a one-time action, nor is it a compartmentalized function of our lives. In order for us – for you – to fully grasp the magnitude of God and his amazing love, it needs to be fully infiltrated into every part of your life. This is not just for Sundays or designated times of Bible study or prayer, but you must come to God at all moments of your day. While you are driving, working, running errands, playing, resting, etc… you must come to God. Why? Because it is worth everything. A life fully infused with God is one that most never breach. It’s a life with immense purpose and love. It is living your life to the fullest as you seek God in every moment. Is it hard? You bet. But anything worthwhile is hard. Your natural instincts will fight you, but if you stay disciplined, and through God’s help you will get better and better at coming to him. This is what Christmas is all about, and it’s not just for this season, but all the days of your life.

Love incarnate, love divine. Star and angels gave the sign. Bow to babe on bended knee. The Savior of humanity. Unto us a child is born. He shall reign forevermore. Noel, Noel. Come and see what God has done. Noel, Noel. The story of amazing love!

Written by David Herman, Adult Ministry Director at The Village Church.

 Christmas is most magical when you’re a child. When I was a boy, we played the 1965 Christmas album from the Harry Simeone Chorale on repeat so often we could put shopping centers to shame. Since The Little Drummer Boy was the first song on the vinyl, it’s probably the one I heard most. Its constant masculine vocal strums underlie its feminine vocals throughout, suggesting a boy who loved playing his favorite toy all the time. And when your favorite toy is a drum, your parents likely heartily encourage time outside. So, we imagine this novice musician wandering around the neighborhood one evening and curiously joining a peculiar procession into a local barn. Seemingly the sole guest without a gift, this little boy on this silent night tentatively pa-rum pum-pums a rhythm to please this newborn king. A kindergartener among adults. By far the loudest in a room with travel-worn parents and their infant so tender and mild. Woefully out of place. “Then he smiled at me.” If there was ever any doubt of acceptance in that boy’s heart, it vanished in that instant. If there’s ever any doubt God loves you and receives what you have to offer him, spend some time with a newborn. When my little daughter smiles at me, her opinion outweighs that of every other human being in the world. It’s magical. And that’s the smile of God!

I played my best for Him. Pa rum ump um pum. Rum ump um pum. Rum ump um pum. Then He smiled at me. Pa rum ump um pum. Me and my drum. Mary nodded. Pa rum ump um pum. The ox and lamb kept time. Pa rum ump um pum. I played my drum for Him.

Written by Laura Metzger from the Village Church. 

 I Wonder as I Wander is an Appalachian carol, first performed in 1933. Folklorist John Jacob Niles composed the song after hearing a fragment of a melody from a young girl in Murphy, North Carolina.  It’s a song of wonder, sung by one who marvels that the Lord of heaven came down for ordinary, broken people.  For me, it captures the holy awe associated with  the season of advent.  Even as we celebrate the wonder of Jesus’ birth, we remember that this Child came “for to die,” that we might live. The singer’s wondering heart becomes my own: Why would the Creator step into His creation? Why would Majesty trade glory for poverty, and life for death? Jesus came not for the perfect, but for the poor in spirit; not for the powerful, but for the wandering. He came for us. This is the miracle of grace. As we look up into the night sky, may we, too, recognize that sacred wonder that God loves us enough to come near and be with us in our ordinary, daily, broken lives.

I wonder as I wander out under the sky, how Jesus the Savior did come for to die. For poor ordinary people like you and like I—I wonder as I wander out under the sky.

Written by Betty Simm from the Village Church.  She adds: this is from my “103 year old” heart, written last night with no corrections!

“Oh Come All Ye Faithful

Joyful and Triumphant

 Oh Come Ye To Bethlehem”

                                                                                                                                                                           

I hear the call

 It’s a heavenly voice

 Intriguing to one and all.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Sacred music lilts in space

Happy and inspiring

To the whole human race

I want to answer the song

Like a magnet, it pulls me

To join the group, to belong.

It must be God who calls with joy

He says “Come live with me”

To every man, woman, girl, and boy.

My answer is a faithful “YES”

His sacred power ignites me.

By following God, I’m a Holy Success!

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem! Come, and behold Him, born the King of angels! O come let us adore him, Christ, the Lord!

Written by Ruth Grendell of The Village Church.

I enjoy singing the Hymns with the congregation, the choir, and the musicians. There are over 100 Christmas Hymns in our Hymnal that are based on the Scriptures in the Old and New Testaments. They were written by famous composers or are related to Hymn favorites in other countries of the world.  All of them are based on the Scriptures.(see Isaiah 9:49: 1-6)  A 13th-century hymn message that the “Father’s Love Begotten ere the World Began to Be” is so meaningful.” Christ was born in a manger, for there was no place available for Him! The Angel informed the shepherds who rushed to see Him. A Star directed the three Kings (Wise men) from the Orient who brought gifts to Him. Another favorite is: “Break Forth O Power of Satan’s Breaking”! He brought Joy to the World”. Go tell it on the Mountain”. How can I have a favorite one? When I visited Bethlehem, I saw the place they said was where Christ was born. Then, I could only sing “Come into My Heart, Lord Jesus. There is Room there for Thee.”

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, there is room in my heart for Thee.