Ring around the moon – photo credit: Randy Miller
Just another silent night.
Darkness descended its cloaking curtain over the land. All that seemed to shine across the landscape were the twinkling of Christmas lights gracing the outlines of homes and trees.
Just another silent night.
The roadway was fairly deserted with almost everyone already having arrived at their destination or tucked away in their beds for that long winter’s nap until the arrival of morning when revelry would begin again.
Just another silent night.
Strapped into our car seat belts, we all seemed in a daze from too much dinner and sweets and a day chock full of activity. Perhaps there were visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads, but I think not.
Just another silent night.
Baby, confined in her car seat and dressed in her jammies yet wide awake, proved quiet as well as we drove along without noise.
Just another silent night.
We pulled our vehicles into the parking lot and climbed out one by one and even our tones were hushed. It was, after all, late at night. Almost eleven p.m.
Just another silent night.
When suddenly, one of us spoke in an excited voice. “Look! Look at the moon!”
We all craned our necks searching the darkened sky for that orb of light displayed on that silent of nights.
And the sight we witnessed brought “oohs” and “ahhs” as we observed the almost full moon with a large and distinct halo of light encircling it.
Just another silent night.
No, this wasn’t just another silent night. There was something different in the air, even though it wasn’t the crisp, cold weather we are accustomed to. This was a different night.
This was a night when we witnessed an unusual phenomena – that ring around the moon.
This was a night when we put all other activities and bedtime aside to make our way to our little country church.
This was a night when our family, all of us together for just a short time, traditionally attend a candlelight service from 11 p.m. to midnight.
This was no ordinary silent night.
This was THE silent night. The night we celebrate the coming of our Savior, Jesus Christ, to this earth as a wee baby. The night we hear the Good News read from the Bible. The night we raise our voices in song singing “Come Thou Long Expected Jesus.”
This was the night when we light the white Christ candle in the Advent wreath – the candle which provides light to each individual candle throughout the church building.
Yes, this was the night.
This was our silent night.
As the clock hands turned to 12 o’clock, the old church bell pealed out through the silent night in joyful noise welcoming Christmas day. With faces glowing from candlelight, we lifted praise and prayer to the Lord while singing that holy hymn – “Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.”
The silent, holy night when even the moon displayed splendor.
This was not just another silent night.
This was Christmas Eve.
“Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light…” ~ Joseph Mohr
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