T h e F a t h e r ’s s i l e n c e
in the stillness of the first Christmas. . . On that first Christmas night, to my way of thinking, when the light shown brightly around the shepherds and they heard the singing of the angels, far beyond in the infinite abyss of heaven beyond the stars, there was a Father’s heart that was broken. The angels could sing; the shepherds could rejoice and run to Bethlehem’s manger; but the Father said nothing. His Son had gone to die. He was bom in Bethlehem to die on Calvary’s Cross. Thus reverently and softly we read again Romans 8:32 which has become my favorite Christmas text: He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all,
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how shall He not with Him also give us all things? "X«
P R ES IDENT W H E A T O N C O L L E G E W H E A T O N • I L L I N O I S
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G R A D U A T E S C H O O L • C O N S E R V A T O R Y O F M U S I C • N U R S I N G P R O G R A M
DECEMBER, 1960
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