God speaks to us in the sky––the sunlit blue, the dark storm, summer, winter, night, and noon. His hand is there and His voice.c e hollis
On a summer day the sky is blue––cumbered with billowy white clouds that move in a continual dance across the expanse. Birds wing their way across the sky and we hear the crows caw, the scissor-tails “cah-day,” the hawk’s call, the gooses’s honk.
Weather comes. Lightning flashes. Thunder rumbles and booms. Rain falls––a rainbow arches over all.
Time passes. Seasons change. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Morning, noon, evening, and midnight. God speaks. He speaks in the sky. He says what He has always said and that is that He loves His creation. He loves me and you.
One night in one time the sky was completely changed. That was the night in Bethlehem when Jesus Christ was born. The day was cold and the sky overcast with gray. The wind blew that day and as night came the wind turned until it blew from the north and cleared the sky. The cold came and shepherds on the hillside around the small town gathered and counted their sheep and settled the lambs close around them.
Three kings continued their trek toward the city that rested under the star. They had seen that star and studied it. The star moved and they followed it to the town where it stopped. It stood. Yes, there above the town of Bethehem.
A song began in the highest parts of the atmosphere and it grew and built until they all heard it. The sky turned bright and gay as a spring morning. Angels appeared and told those shepherds to go find a baby. They left their sheep and went to a small barn a stable where Mary and Joseph wre wrapping a baby in warm clothes and singing Him a lullaby.
Yes, He was born in a barn where cows and donkeys, sheep and other animals were stabled. God spoke loud and clear that night in Bethehem. The sky was most joyful––full of light and song. It was the light of truth and the song of salvation, of deliverance, of freedom and wonder because it was the night of Jesus’s birth. Jesus who would save us all from our sins.
Oh beautiful night sky over the hills––more beautiful than a night of snowfall, than a night of rain on roofs, a night of wind pushing and pulling the treetops. A night more beautiful than a spring’s warm, than a sunset’s glow, than a sunrise’s glory. It was a night more beautiful than any before or since. It was a sky full of holiness. It was a night filled with glittering stars all shining their best and brightest. It was a night of moon’s bright pearly glow. It was the night when the Christ child came.
After hearing the king, they went their way; and the star, which they had seen in the east, went before them until it came and stood over the place where the child was. When they saw the star they rejoiced greatly with great joy. After coming into the house they saw the Child with Mary His mother, and they fell to the ground and worshipped Him.Matthew 2:9-11
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