Some Children See Him
In the Mysterious Life of Jim Limber, I wrote about Christmas in Richmond, Virginia, 1864. Little Jim Limber speaks: The Christmas tree in the church is lighted with candles and in front of the tree is a gold baby Jesus in his bed of hay. It’s so pretty and peaceful it just chokes me up. Missus Davis notices this and she holds me next to her. She doesn’t care that folks stare at her holding close a Negro boy. Baby Jesus is holding his gold hands up to both of us.
This week I read a column in the Highlands Newspaper written by Pastor Steve Kerhoulis of Christ Church of the Valley, Cashiers, NC. He was inspired after seeing an ad for “Black Lives Matter.” Here are excerpts from his article: Why don’t black babies’ lives matter much? Why doesn’t it matter that 500% more black babies are torn apart or poisoned in the womb than whites? Why doesn’t it matter that 80% of abortions performed by Planned Parenthood are black? If we think black lives matter why isn’t Margaret Sanger vilified? Why aren’t more of us upset? Why don’t black babies matter to Jessie or Al? All lives matter.
All lives do matter from that very moment of the miracle of conception. It’s time to end the slaughter of the innocents; innocents of all colors. Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight. Sing along.
Some Children See Him, by Wihla Hutson & Alfred S. Burt, 1951
Some children see Him lily white,
The baby Jesus born this night.
Some children see Him lily white,
With tresses soft and fair.
Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
The Lord of heav’n to earth come down.
Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
With dark and heavy hair.
Some children see Him almond-eyed,
This Savior whom we kneel beside.
Some children see Him almond-eyed,
With skin of yellow hue.
Some children see Him dark as they,
Sweet Mary’s Son to whom we pray.
Some children see him dark as they,
And, ah! They love Him, too.
The children in each different place
Will see the baby Jesus’ face
Like theirs, but bright with heavenly grace
And filled with holy light.
O lay aside each earthly thing
And with thy heart as offering,
Come worship now the infant King.
‘Tis love that’s born tonight!