This is the disciple which testifieth of these things, and wrote these things: and we know that his testimony is true.
And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written. Amen. (John 21:24-25)
“The human life cycle no less than evolves around the box; from the open-topped box called a bassinet, to the pine box we call a coffin, the box is our past and, just as assuredly, our future. It should not surprise us then that the lowly box plays such a significant role in the first Christmas story. For Christmas began in a humble, hay-filled box of splintered wood. The Magi, wise men who had traveled far to see the infant king, laid treasure-filled boxes at the feet of that holy child. And in the end, when He had ransomed our sins with His blood, the Lord of Christmas was laid down in a box of stone. How fitting that each Christmas season brightly wrapped boxes skirt the pine boughs of Christmas trees around the world. ” (Richard Paul Evans, The Christmas Box)
You can’t seriously have imagined that I was going to allow readers of my blog to get through this Christmas season without hearing anything from G. W. F. Händel’s Messiah. There’s really nothing to say about it that hasn’t already be said — except to add that this won’t be the last Händel that you get from me this year, in sha’a Allah.
Sir Colin Davis conducts the London Symphony Orchestra and the Tenebrae chorus in a performance of “For unto us a child is born”:
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6)