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The hinge of history The hinge of history is on a stable door in Bethlehem. A child came into this world, A God child, a star child, a child destined To change the world forever.
Imagine that, a baby, set to challenge kings, Upsetting the applecarts of the high and Mighty and in his wake, the promise of Christmas, peace on earth and goodwill to All.
Dwell on that if you will. A woman has A baby and the earth shook. Obviously, Not just any baby, but a very special baby. A baby like no other and there they were, Soothsayers, stargazers and oracles, all lost To explain the arrival and meaning of a Star and a baby laid in a manger.
The son of God, the child of God, who on Earth could combat such a miracle? But Many have tried, oh, they tried as hard as They could, but there was no silencing the Cry from the healthy lungs of the son of God.
In modern times the faithless, like the poor, Are still with us, but secular aims aside. the Child of God will not be silenced by empty Barrels that make the most noise and the least Sense, and there are joyful signs afoot that this Precious child is still amongst us and at work In our daily lives.
As the smaller churches close their doors Against those who would steal from the altar, Rip lead from the roof and desecrate a holy Place, cathedrals have oiled their hinges and Flung their doors open to floodlights and laser Shows. What, many have ventured, has this Got to do with with a saviour sent from God? Well, ‘knock and the door will be opened’, ‘seek And you will find’, and thus surely there can be No objection to the house of God and thus the Light of the world, embracing light as a means Of reaching out to thousands who, upon hearing The call, came and where amazed by what they Saw.
And lately, the city has filled with people; the Shops and streets are buzzing again, love, life, And the true meaning of Christmas has come to Call and it is likely it will stay, thanks to a Hinge on a door that was thrown open. Truly a
Mighty child at work here.
Merry Christmas
© Joseph G Dawson
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