It is Christmas Eve. As my thoughts turn toward Bethlehem and the world-changing event that took place there so many years ago, I am struck by the fact that the name of Jesus’ birthplace contains a profound play on words. In Hebrew Bethlehem is Beth Lechem, which means “house of bread.” Think of it: the Bread of Life was given to a race starving for spiritual reality in a place called “house of bread!” With God, there are no coincidences.
Bethlehem, Beth Lechem, House of Bread:
Your white stones waited silent in the sun
For long years (long as people feel them run).
The prophets wrote no more; the Rabbis read
The old words and unraveled every thread
And found your secret out: you were the one.
And when the time came and the thing was done,
They spent the night at home asleep in bed.
Oh, they could put their fingers on the pages
That told the old fox Herod it was you.
But those uncircumcised, stargazing sages
Came first, and shepherds, wet with evening dew,
Had long since been there, and all had been fed
In Bethlehem, Beth Lechem, House of Bread.
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