A Christmas Story… is a playlist I’ve (re)made from a collection of the best christmas songs and hymns me and my friends could find on Spotify. I arranged the songs to let the lyrics do the telling of the greatest story ever told.
Act 2 – Onwards to Bethlehem
Angels We Have Heard On High
Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be which inspire your heavenly song?
O Come All Ye Faithful
O sing, choirs of angels, O sing in exultation. O sing all ye bright hosts of heaven above, glory to God, sing. O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
Little Drummer Boy
Come they told me, a new born King to see. Our finest gifts we bring, to lay before the King. So to honor Him, when we come. Little Baby, I am a poor boy too. I have no gift to bring, that’s fit to give the King. Shall I play for you on my drum? Mary nodded, the ox and lamb kept time. I played my drum for Him, I played my best for Him! Pa rum pum pum pum!
Away In A Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the bright sky, looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
Is this the Messiah? In a country, occupied by a tyrannical military nation, a bastard child is born to a young teenage girl. A girl whom most people would call an adulteress (who would buy that conceived by a holy spirit thing anyways?). He is put on some left over hay, in a stable. The first who hears about his birth are the shepherds, some of the lowest ranking members of society, some of the poorest. The only other visitors are three gentile magi, strangers from another country, of another religion. Somehow it all kinda fits nicely with Jesus’ mission statement.
The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because He has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour. – Luke 4:18, 19
He comes for the poor, the oppressed, the sick, the sinners, the uncool, the unwanted, the outcasts, the strangers, the unloved… well, I think you get the idea.