One Solitary Life

We saw the Radio City Christmas Spectacular with the Rockettes a couple weeks ago.  It was part of a season tickets package or we wouldn’t have gone.  It had some good dancing, of course, but loads of Santa “stuff” which we found tiresome. 

What pleasantly surprised me was the ending.  They did a beautiful living nativity program (sans chorus line kicks) that actually quoted scripture (Isaiah, no less, and Luke).   It included lots of hymns.

They ended with this written on a screen and read aloud (it was also in the bulletin).  It was adapted from this, I believe.

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.  He grew up in another obscure village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty.  Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.  He never had a family or owned a home.  He never set foot inside a big city.  He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born.  He never wrote a book, or held an office.  He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness.  While He was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him.  His friends deserted Him.  He was turned over to His enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial.  He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.  While He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had – His coat.  When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave.  Two thousand years have come and gone, and today He is the central figure for much of the human race.  All the armies that ever marched and all the navies that ever sailed and all the parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as this “One Solitary Life.”

O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord! 

God and sinners, reconciled! 

Rejoice, rejoice, Emmnauel has come to thee, O Israel!

Merry Christmas!

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