A Story Of Hope
She watched as one by one the oil lamps of Bethlehem's houses were turned off, leaving the town in darkness.
She stared at the dust that lay on the ground but looked up when a bright light shone from above. She looked up and squinted to see what it was reavealing. A bright star. Brighter than any star she had ever seen.
"What the...?" How was that possible? Without thinking she climbed out her window and began walking towards the city of David. What an I doing? She thought but still she pressed on. She found herself in the town market, now quiet and stopped. She looked around and her feet started moving again. It was as if something was calling her. She silently walked through the quiet town and found herself in front of one of the crowded inns.
Not long ago Caesar had decreed that a census should be taken and everyone went to the town they were born in to register. Luckily her family had all been born in Bethlehem do they didn't have to travel. Some others were not so fortunate.
She looked around and glanced beyond the building and peered through the darkness. Her eyes grew wide seeing what lay before her. A stable. Two people stood gazing into the feed bin. What could they be looking at? She wondered. Then she heard Him. A soft crying came from the manger.
A child? Why was He in the manger? Did they not know that that was where the animals ate?
Then it clicked. She remembered the prophecies of a Messiah who would save God's people from the Romans rule.
Could this be the Messiah? The Son of God? Born in such low estate? Why would God's Son be disgraced as to be born in a cattle stall?
She jumped as a firm hand rested on her shoulder. She turned to look into the wisdom filled eyes of a Magi.
"Go." He said gently but firmly. It was as if he was reading her mind. Should she go? Why should the Savior be disgraced as to look upon such a commoner as herself?
Then a bunch of men with the scent of sheep rushed by. She watched in amazement as these men, shepards, gazed at the newborn king.
"Go." The Magi said again, more gently this time.
She nodded as she slowly walked forward. When it was her turn she stood closer. She stared in awe at the perfectness if the Babe before her. This child will save us all. So weak and helpless. The child reached up His little hand and grasped her finger. When He touched her it was as if a fire has awoken in her.
The Savior of the world touched her. She smiled as the star above her shined the slightest bit brighter.
If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.
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Permalink Reply by Zhadow on -
So how is it the first Noel?
I mean this girl is named Noel so there's no way the first Noel is the first Noel
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Permalink Reply by Zhadow on
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Why is He capitalized if Noel (not to confused with the "first Noel") didn't know who He was at that moment?
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Permalink Reply by Michaelyøda on
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Yes. Not as in depth and specific as the priests at the time, but they would certainly have at least a general knowledge.
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Permalink Reply by Irene Starr on
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Genuine question, Zhadow - Where are you getting "the first Noel" from? Or are you just trying to make a bad play on words? Also, just because Noel didn't know who He was at first doesn't mean you wouldn't capitalize He. Jesus was still Jesus regardless of who did or didn't know it.
Starlight - This was a cute story. :)
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Permalink Reply by Zhadow on
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The First Noel, the Angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same star
Three Wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
This star drew nigh to the northwest
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest
And there it did both Pause and stay
Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then entered in those Wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
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Permalink Reply by Zhadow on
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I wouldn't capitalize it. It doesn't make sense to till the character knows who it is. You obviously disagree.
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So you are trying to do a play on words.
Yes, I do disagree.
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You're right. You didn't say anything at all. XD
Lol. No, I'm actually for it. And it makes sense to me that He would be capitalized at all times. After all, you wouldn't not capitalize someone's name just because you don't know it's there name.
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