Written by Rev. Dr. Jack Baca, Senior Pastor of The Village Church.
One of my favorite Christmas carols includes a line that is perhaps one of the most outrageously ambitious and even preposterous statements I’ve ever seen or was ever written. And I believe it is true. The carol is “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” Both the text and tune were written in 1868, not long after the American Civil War had ended. The text was penned by Phillips Brooks, a famous preacher of the time, who now is known more for his little poem-turned-carol than for any of his sermons. (Hmmm…I’ll have to ponder that fact for a while!) He wrote it in December for use by the Sunday School kids of Holy Trinity Episcopal Church in Philadelphia. It was aimed at children and does a great job of incorporating both simple images of Christmas like stars, angels, and a quaint little town, along with astounding affirmations of deep truth. I’ll let you ruminate on the “deep and dreamless sleep” parts, but please don’t miss the last line of the first stanza: “The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.” Really? How could that be? How could the hopes of the whole human race of past, present, and future, be addressed in one child? How could the fears of that same race be comprehended and answered in the boy born to Mary? How could a kid with a common name like “Jesus” be the solution for even just one person…for just me…or just you? But he is. Not “was” or “will be” but “is.” None of us fully understand what we confess to believe, but still we believe it. Beyond our understanding, there lies our faith, faith that itself is born of the gift of the Spirit. I believe in Jesus. I believe Jesus. I believe what my preacher colleague from the past so daringly and beautifully wrote, that in Jesus, the Christ, we meet the Divine Response to the world’s hopes and fears. Maybe that is why I can never sing those words without tears forming in my eyes.
O little town of Bethlehem, 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 tonight.