Silent night rings in my ears; was it really silent? The agony of birth, the life breaths of an infant and the delight of a mother looking into the eyes of her Saviour – none of these are silent.
The stars proclaimed it and wise men followed. Shepherds heard the angelic choir and hastened to bring their own worship to the King.
If only I could hear the angelic choir still singing their worship of the King, now exalted to the right hand of the Father.
It wasn’t just a baby; it was my King, my Saviour, and my love. Merry heart, indeed.