Before he was an influential theologian, before he served as the founding editor of Christianity Today, before he penned the massive God, Revelation and Authority, Carl F. H. Henry was (for a short time) a local church pastor.
He served a brief stint at Humboldt Park Baptist Church in Chicago where his ministerial skills were tested and sharpened. Before this, he also served as an interim pastor at various congregations. He would, of course, go on to write, teach, and travel the world as an educator and lecturer. But the local church was not foreign to his hand or heart.
The following is an unpublished Christmas reflection entitled “The Song in the Night” that Henry delivered in his early ministry. It, along with many other early sermons, are housed in his archives at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. While undated, it is likely from the early 1940s during his time at either First Baptist Church of Elmhurst (Ill.) in an interim capacity or at Humboldt Park Baptist Church as the pastor. It appears to have been delivered at a Sunday night service (Henry’s Sunday morning sermons are lengthier with more hand-written editorial marks on the manuscript). The tells of a growing preacher dot the text, but it nonetheless represents a stirring recounting of Luke 2 by a man who was captured by the reality of peace with God through Christ.
“The Song in the Night” (Luke 2:8–20)
This story, of the angels and the shepherds, opens at night. It is the story of darkness and fright, which ends in exultation and jubilee. Life has many chapters like that, but never has it had any other such chapter as this.
Those shepherds were not strangers to the dark side of things. They had often had fierce combat with wolves; out in the fields at night they had seen many strange heavenly phenomena––eclipses, the aurora borealis, and shooting stars.
Never had they been as alarmed and startled as on this night. These flocks near Bethlehem were not ordinary flocks, else they would not have been out in the fields at the season of the year. They were flocks destined for the temple sacrifices at Jerusalem. The shepherds were watching those flocks; the Greek says, “they were keeping watches over the flocks by night,” indicating that they watched in turns.
While they were in the course of duty,
“Lo, an angel…” writes Luke, intending to impress us with the sudden and unexpected manner of the appearance. “Lo an angel stepped to their side, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them; and they were sore afraid.” The shepherds were terrified. The Greek says literally, “They feared a great fear.”
This fear was more than reverence. There is a strange fear that comes at times into the hearts of men, when they dwell on the divine greatness of the Almighty. Think of God’s attributes: infinite power, by which He called the heavens and earth into being, and by which he moves the stars along their courses in the heavens; infinite wisdom, by which He knows us altogether, in all our failure and moral nakedness; infinite justice, that glows like a devouring fire burning ceaselessly against sin. Small wonder the human mind should find a tormenting misery in the thought of God as an implacable foe.
“No longer be afraid,” declared the angel. The words: “Fear not” make it appear that the angel comforted the shepherds just as fear began. But the Greek shows that they were already terrified. “No longer be afraid,” the angel said.
That night the angel echoed over the Judean hills a song, gladder tidings than which man will never hear. The words were the first evangelistic sermon of the gospel era, and the preacher was an angel. The pulpit was historic ground. On those Bethlehem slopes, on those same hillsides, David of old had fed his father’s flocks, and from those same fields he went forth at God’s command to exchange his shepherd’s crook for the royal scepter, and his lowly dress for the purple of a king. In those shaggy woods and grassy vales, where the pale moon cast its glow over the solemn hills, there rang forth the good news of God’s coming in the flesh:
“Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”
Here was the answer to their fear. Man need not tremble in the presence of his Maker. The Savior is born. God with us: Emmanuel, God made flesh––that is the answer. Here was the good news: The God who fashioned the heavens and the earth slumbered in a manger. In the incarnation, God had taken manhood into alliance with Deity.
When He came, He came to a borrowed manger, as after His crucifixion they placed him in a borrowed tomb. This was the sign vouchsafed to the shepherds:
“Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”
There may have been other children born that night in Bethlehem; none other would have a manger for its cradle.
“Suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of heavenly host praising God.” A troop of angels appeared, and the Judean hills were filled with the praises of the heavenly host, as the army of heavenly messengers announced their message of peace. Their message has been wrongly translated in the King James Version, but it is rightly rendered in the Revised Version. The KJV gives their message: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. “ But it is not peace, good will to men; the angelic message is, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace to men of good will.”
There is a world of difference in that wording. Peace to men of good will! Peace to men whose hearts are right with God! Peace to men who will identify themselves with God, even as God identified Himself with men, in the incarnation. Those humble shepherds were men like that. His birth was first announced from heaven to peasants, for He will dwell only in the humble heart.
Suddenly the hills were silent. All the earth was still, except for the tinkle of a sheep-bell here and there. The song in the night was ended. It had turned the night to day.
Jesus was born. The Savior had come.