Silent Night has always been one of my favorite Christmas carols...
As I read these words, I can't help but picture Mary singing this quiet lullaby to the Christ Child. I know, I know. These lyrics came far later than that star-filled night, but can't you just imagine this young mother rocking her baby and humming quietly as she took in the magnitude of the day? The image literally puts chills on my body.
In meditating on Luke 1:18-34, God cenetered me on the idea of silence. I am my mother's child, and she is her mother's child, in that we all love the sound of silence. There is no greater noise.
God silenced Zechariah in preparation for the birth of his son, John. I'm not sure why silence seemed an appropriate consequence for his unbelief, but I think there's a lesson for us in it.
After years of struggling with infertility, Zechariah and Elizabeth were now being given a son, and yet, Zechariah couldn't believe it. Here he is, a priest in the Jewish Temple, responsible for representing the people before God, and he couldn't believe it. It's almost as if God was saying through this consequence of silence, "Now, you just be quiet and WATCH."
This resonates with me today. As Christians, we like to call ourselves "Believers", but are we? Do we believe? Do we believe that the God of the Universe can and will accomplish supernatural things? Do we believe that He will do what He's promised? Are we living our lives in a way that communicates this belief?
My tip today is that we would all just be quiet and watch God do what God does. He moves. He acts. He speaks. He changes things. God, may you silence the foolishness of my lips, that I might simply WATCH you this Christmas.