So, this pastor guy was preparing for his Christmas Eve service in the 19th century in Austria. It was going to be an awesome service with brilliant music. Then, the church organ broke. He was super mad, so he stormed out into the forest to blow off some steam. He kept asking God what to do . Then he stayed silent, listening. Slowly, he walked back to the church. He sat down, and the writing flowed. He wrote the lyrics to a song. He called his friend, the local schoolmaster who put some notes down. That evening, with the schoolmaster on guitar lead, they sang “Silent Night” together for first time ever. The pastor’s name was Joseph Mohr, and the schoolmaster’s name was Franz Gruber. Aren’t you glad the organ broke?
If you’re feeling weary or broken tonight,
maybe your plans just haven’t turned out,
maybe your life has been really loud,
maybe you’re walking alone crying out, “What in the John-Henry am I supposed to do now?”
maybe you have some ideas coming out on paper,
it’s always a good idea to be still
…listen to the silent night….
…waiting for a thrill of hope.
Perhaps that glorious morning will come soon,
but if not,
it’s still a Holy night because Christ comes and makes us feel our worth to God.
Merry Christmas, my friends.
O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.