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C H R IS T and Christmas Luke 1*35. “ And the angel answered and said unto her. The Holy Ghost shall come npon thee, and the pawS- of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thmg which shall be born of “thee shall be called the Son of God. What sweet, happy and hallowed memories cluster around the day we call Christmas! The childhood days when we thought of giving and getting gifts, of the family gatherings with loved ones, of kindly greetings, Christmas greetings for all. There were Christmas trees shimmering with silver and bright with light. There were music and mirth and happy children with dolls and drums. It was Christmas time and gloom and grudge were laid aside and the hand was outstretched to friend and foe. Somehow the heart had warmth and cheer and a happy wish for all. It was Christmas day, so different from any and every other day in all the year. And what of the Christ whose name has been so inseparably interwoven into that strange name, Christmas? He came one day, and baby eyes opened upon the wonderful world which He had Himself made. He awoke in a stable and was cradled in a manger. Angels burst through the fleecy clouds and proclaimed His coming. Shepherds heard it, wise men believed it. He came on mercy’s mis-. sion to the sons of men. He lived, He toiled, He blessed, He died. Centuries have come and gone. The Christmas days have come and gone, and Christmas day is more today to men than is the Christ of the Christmas day. We would not take a fragment from the cheer and gladness of the day. We would if we could, add to its joy a thousandfold, and speed the blessing of Christmas day to every human heart. But we would dae glad, oh so glad, could all the crea tures know the Christ, the anointed of God. To the multitudes Christmas is a day, but Christ is the unknown One. Will there be a touch of sorrow in the great heart of Christ on Christmas day, because though He hath made the day possible, He,-Himself, is not known, not recognized, not honored, not beloved? When the day comes, if so it please Him to tarry, will we stop for just a little season and think of Him and give to Him some Christmas gift, some loving remembrance, some love gift, something, for His Christmas day? “This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s’ eternal King t Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.”—'p Q H.
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