About three thousand years ago, (as finite sense counts time), in the little town of Bethlehem, (House of bread), was born David, (well-beloved), the youngest son of Jesse, who, in subsequent years, upon those grassy plains and verdant slopes, watched his father's flocks; and as he kept his lonely vigil, doing his duty well, learning thereby contentment, constancy, faithfulness and carefulness, his heart went out to higher things, yet still of earthly type, for he learned to read the skies and enumerate the stars. And catching tones of harmony from the music of the spheres, he tuned his harp, that in after years rang out in song and psalm to chord with notes celestial.
And in the direct lineage of this child that was born, this Sweet Singer of Israel, as was foretold by the Prophet, although a thousand years before, was born of lowly birth, and yet of heavenly parentage. Jesus the Christ, the Anointed, the pure and perfect one, whose coming was told to those who watched their flocks upon those self-same plains and on those mountain slopes, and whose eyes were opened to behold the heavenly visitant that came to them in a light from heaven, shining around. And as they saw the light, they were filled with consternation and alarm.
When the light of heavenly good first dawns upon our vision here, we are filled with alarm, lest not being true, it bodes no good to us.
