Deep in an anthology of Christmas readings, a few lines of
poetry entitled, “Christmas Bells” caught my attention— maybe because the title
included the word bells.
Penned by John Keble, a nineteenth century chair of poetry
at Oxford University, it seemed to capture the very essence of what Christmas
means.
“Wake me tonight, my mother dear,
That I may hear
The Christmas Bells, so soft and clear,
To high and low glad tidings tell,
How God the Father loved us well;
How God the Eternal Son
Came to undo what we had done.”
It’s that last line that I keep going back to—Jesus “came
to undo what we had done.”
Christmas is something to really celebrate.
For he has indeed, “loved us well.”
Merry Christmas to you, dear friend.
