I love the words to “Silent Night”, but I don’t really believe them. The night of Jesus’ birth was probably anything but silent—with a town full of travelers, a barn full of animals, a sky full of angels, and the eruption of shepherds running down the dusty streets.
I imagine that night to be a bit more like the World Relief ESL Christmas party I attended a few days back. Celebratory!
I followed brightly dressed South Asian women bearing plastic bags of food up the old church steps. Inside, I was greeted warmly and pointed past a room crowded with aromas.