When I listened to this song for the 6th time on Christmas Eve, I realized not everywhere nor in every hearts, there house a bleak midwinter. Stone may not as hard as iron in Cambodia. Wind may not as frosty as moan in Cambodia. Water may not as hard as stone in Cambodia. Snow may not be fallen in Cambodia. All the bleak and frosty, hard and snowy are not the backdrop of why we celebrate this Christmas season. Those are only the molecules filled up in the air which make our noses running, which make our toes all frost-bit, which make us all rather to stay home with a cup of hot chocolate. Yet our hearts, my heart is filled with this unspeakable overwhelming joy that on December 20, A Sunday, a village of few hundreds all came together to listen for the first time about the birth of our Saviour. The pastor invited with a question, “Who wants this special gift?”. Hands raised eagerly. Oh Jesus my Lord, Your love and mercy bind and balm their hearts and Only Your love of redemption can accomplish this.
A sea of blue are walking loud and tall in that room. Two familiar faces – SN and SR – wore this sea of blue, looking at the camera though without smiles. Their young faces – one of them is in my living room – are the reasons why I am writing here on my blog. Their young faces though wtihout smiles are the reasons why I am holding the sheet of petition for signatures. Their young faces though without smiles are the reasons to remind me this year 2009 has been a year of being broken and being restored both on the fronts of family and ministry. My girls are broken and hurt, it’s the love of Christ Jesus which binds and balms them back to shape with His hope and joy. I am broken and hurt, also it’s the love of Christ Jesus which binds and balms me back to shape with His hope and joy. My life is forever attached to theirs. My smiles are intricately followed because of theirs.
In the bleak midwinter, my heart is not bleak. In this bleak midwinter, their hearts are not bleak either. For our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain; heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed, the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. In Your Glorious Name, I pray
IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER (Christina Rossetti, 1872)
In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
worshiped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
yet what I can I give you, I give you my heart.