O Holy Night is my favourite Christmas carol. Or at least one of my favourite Christmas carols. I’m fairly partial to God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman and Carol of the Bells. But that’s not important right now.
I love but have also been confused by some of the lyrics in O Holy Night.
The thrill of hope
The weary world rejoices
I guess I never really thought about what it meant each time I sung along to it at church or on a cd or wherever. But I’ve been thinking a lot about it recently. I’ve actually been thinking a lot about Christmas Carols and how biblical they are. How the most atheist of people can quite happily sing words like ‘Fall on your knees, O hear the angels voices’. But back to the lyrics at hand.
I guess… hope is thrilling. Although I’ve never really thought of it like that. To so many, to hope is to risk something, sometimes everything. To hope for a blissful marriage.. that’s risky. To hope for the new business venture to work out.. that’s risky. To hope for Zac Efron to somehow meet a 20 yr old red headed girl from Australia and realise that she is his soul mate.. that’s risky. But I think, if you want it to be, hope can be thrilling.
In the mess of it all.. we’ve lost the thrill. We’ve hoped too many times and our hopes were dashed. The marriage broke down, the business went bust because of the economic crisis and Zac Efron is dating a beautiful brunette from America. I think a lack of hope leads to weariness. Weariness of the soul.
When Jesus was born.. he truly brought real hope to the world. And he bought thrill back into fashion as the hope we have in Jesus can’t be easily lost. A weary world rejoices because of the birth of one man. I know I’m weary.. I’m weary from all the hopelessness. But I’m thankful for real hope – and I think that’s why the world rejoices at Christmas. At least, that’s why I rejoice at Christmas – my weary soul is filled with thrilling hope.