Holy Night

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In searching for readings to reflect upon each evening of Advent, I've been reading some of the Christas Eve services and sermons that have been used at our local Unitarian Universalist church. The following is a song from Christmas Eve 2004

Each night a child is born
is a holy night.
A time of singing, a time for wondering.
A time for worshipping. Each night a child is born,
is a holy night.

For so the children come and so they have been
coming. Always in the same way they come,
born of the seed of a man and woman.
No angels herald their beginnings,
No prophets predict their future courses.
No magi see a star to show where to find
the babe that will teach humankind.
Yet each night a child is born is a holy night.
Fathers and mothers sitting beside their children’s cribs feel glory in the sight of a new
life beginning.
They ask “Where and how will this new life end?
Or will it ever end?”

Each night a child is born
is a holy night.
A time of singing, a time for wondering.
A time for worshipping. Each night a child is born,
is a holy night.

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