The Story of Advent
December 24, 2022
I love a story with a happy beginning. Why do we love stories that begin, “Once upon a time…”? As great as that opening line is, there is one better. It is: “Fear not!” It creates enormous anticipation because we don’t know what precedes the assumed conjunction, “but.” Can you think of a line that starts a story with more white-knuckled, slack-jawed angst than “fear not”?
I asked my father, who served as a pastor for many years, to recall a time when he could say that God was very present in the moment. With hundreds of memories to call upon, he didn’t hesitate. One of my father's duties during World War II was guarding German prisoners of war who were being transported to Oklahoma to work on farms. On a cold winter’s night, Christmas Eve, on one of those trains, quiet and full of young men, cold, homesick and afraid, Dad said that all of a sudden a German soldier began to sing: Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht, Alles schlдft; einsam wacht Nur das traute hochheilige Paar. Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar, Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh! Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh! Before he could finish the first verse, everyone on the train was singing Silent Night, together, in their own native tongue.
In a cemetery at Fort Reno, near El Reno, Oklahoma, some of those young Germans are buried. They never made it back to their homeland. They wore the uniform of one of the most dehumanizing movements in our history. Still, somehow there is something beautiful in a moment when people remember a story that begins, “Fear not!”
- Dave Fuller