The cattle are lowing…

by Elouise

Sing, Choirs of Angels!

The cattle are lowing,
the baby awakes,
but little Lord Jesus
no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus,
Look down from the sky,
and stay by my cradle
’til morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask thee to stay
close by me forever,
and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children
in thy tender care,
and fit us for heaven
to live with thee there!

Even though Martin Luther didn’t write this carol, it complements his theology.  He would perhaps insist that baby Jesus did indeed cry, just like other babies.  That’s because he believed God is known through the hidden, weak things of this world.  Not the powerful or flashy.   My little nativity scenes, birds, animals and bits of nature remind me of this.  Here they’ve gathered on top of my piano for a Christmas sing-along.

The angel, though not of this world, fits right in.  Karl Barth loved talking about angels.  Not because they were awesome or spectacular, but because their job is to do the will of God–no more, no less.  God’s servants and messengers.  No hesitation, no drawing attention to themselves.

The angel reminds me of the joy–not simply the discipline–of doing God’s will.  Which, at this time of year is to join the shepherds, and “Go, Tell It on the Mountain!”  Hoping you find time to sing today, no matter where you are or what your circumstances may be.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 24 December 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, December 2014