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By Amelia H. C. Ylagan
It was a silent night when He was born on a manger, in a stable in Bethlehem. Only the gentle lowing of the cows and the muffled braying of the donkey whispered welcome to the world. No crying out in pain by Mary, His Mother, who smiled in ecstatic adoration at the little Child Jesus, the Promised Redeemer of the world. Joseph held back an awed gasp at first sight of Him, whom he knew was his God.
Silent Night, Holy Night that was the first Christmas. Might it not have been the message in a dream to the sleeping world of how simple and peaceful life would be and should be, without the heavy demands of human attachments and vanities, and the drumming noise of enmities with others and with one’s conscience over fame and fortune?