Why lies he in such mean estate,
where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear; for sinners here
the silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear, shall pierce him through;
the cross be borne for me, for you:
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
the babe, the Son of Mary.
So goes verse 2 of the old English hymn, What Child is This? — which we sang in church this morning.
I didn’t feel like a good Christian yesterday. I was impatient with the kids at times, and not thorougly gentle like I ought to be. Last night, talking it over with Mary Ann, I said, do you ever fear that the kids will pick up on the bad things we model instead of the good? What a sickening thought. Lord, help us!
And then we sang this hymn today, and (not for the first time!) that part in verse 2 shone out to me:
Good Christian, fear; for sinners here the silent Word is pleading.
It’s not for the “Good Christians” — the healthy — but for sinners — like me! — the silent Word is pleading.
He’s pleading for me!
And his wounds are efficacious for me.
I will not be lost, because my Advocate not only pleads for me, but my Shepherd will keep me (and my children!) in his care, and my strong King’s mighty arm will work salvation for him even in me and mine.
Thank you, Lord, for pleading for a sinner like me!