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Welcome to the Christian Church of Midland’s website.  Look around.  You’ll notice several articles, links, and pages.  After you’ve finished your online visit, I hope you’ll give us the opportunity to meet you personally.
The first thing that you’ll notice when you visit us in person is how friendly, vibrant, and engaged in ministry we are.  Faith is important.  Love, grace, and forgiveness matter here.  Our love and faith overflow in Midland through our involvement in our schools, neighborhood, and community.
Thank you for visiting our website.  I look forward to meeting you soon.
Steven D. Knisley
CCM - Minister
This and That...
It was a Holy Night, but I doubt that it was a Silent Night. It was Holy because the Promised Messiah, Jesus,had finally arrived The One who would take away the sins of the world was born! A Holy Night, because God in the flesh, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, the High Priest entered the world. He entered the world as a baby! The hands that formed man from the dust of the ground were wrapped around the fingers of His mother Mary. The breath that breathed life into man and made him a living being, now were the soft breaths of a new born baby. The voice that proclaimed, “Let there be light,” now cried longing for the comforting touch of His mother. That night Holiness lay wrapped in swaddling cloths.
However, I doubt that it was a Silent Night. It wasn’t silent for the Inn Keeper. The census made that sleepy farming community of Bethlehem awake with visitors from around the Empire. Think about this for a minute. If Bethlehem was Joseph’s home town, why then, didn’t his family provide a place for him and Mary? She was with child and it was their custom to celebrate the birth of a new family member. Could it be that the pregnancy was so controversial that the family didn’t accept it?
I don’t think it was quite for Joseph and Mary. She would cry in pain as she gave birth to her first child. Remember there were no epidural drips. There might have been some leather to bite on as the contractions grew in intensity, No nurses or OBGYN to help with the delivery. The birth room wasn’t clean and sterile, it was a barn. Her bed was not an adjustable hospital bed, it was a bed of straw.
The new parents didn’t hear the cries of other new born babies crying in a nursery. They heard the bellows of farm animals. They heard the crowds outside the manger. They heard the excited shepherds as they ran from the fields after the angelic visit. They must have heard the sounds of thunder as the angelic choir sang out on that Holy Night.
It sure wasn’t a silent night for the shepherds. I imagine that they had just secured their flocks, finished their evening meal, and lay down after an exhausting day of shepherding. Then, all of the sudden, out of the quietness of the fields, the bleating of the sheep was drowned out by the angels. “Fear not, shepherds, today, a Savior has been born to you!” the angel proclaimed. The shepherds were “sore afraid.” The kind of fear that stops you in your tracks. It freezes you!
The town wasn’t silent on that night. Read the story again, for the first time. You will see that these excited shepherds, after seeing the baby Jesus, returned to their jobs. But as they returned, they told everybody about what the angel had told them. Surely, this caused a stir, an excitement, a curiosity.
Yes, it was a Holy Night, but I doubt that it was a Silent Night. I want to challenge all of us to be like the shepherds and lets tell someone about the Messiah this Christmas Season.
Blessings, and I will see you Sunday with a friend,