We picture the angels singing before the shepherds.  We can feel the silent reverie of the cave barn.  We are pierced by the cries of a young girl in loneliness birthing the Son who would make sure the rest of us never have to be lonely again.  These images of the occasion could have been seen, felt, and heard.  But there is one sound that overshadowed them all on that first Christmas night.

For centuries past God had been accumulating a mass of promises over humanity.  He had told them through prophets, through women and men, in psalms and songs and oral tradition.  He had built a complete picture in promises.  He was sending us Help.  Salvation was on the wings of the wind of His Word.  A Deliverer would come for us. 

But until that night, the world stood waiting to know whether all the talk would become reality, if this God was indeed One of His Word.  While He had made promises before-to men, women, even nations-this one was different.  The Answer was for us all.  It was distinct and unthinkable.  It was so brilliant and yet so impossible to fathom. 

While the mother cried and the shepherds shook and the angels glorified, the heavens roared the loudest.  In that one night, the God of all creation, the King of Kings and eternal Lord of Lords boomed from the heavens a resounding, powerful, guttural, and forever “Yes” in Christ. 

Every promise fulfilled to perfection.  Every claim proven to have been valid. 

On that night, with the birth of a Child who would change all eternity, God shouted across the annals of human history a proclamation of such profound and impactful force every realm of life would quake at His bellow:  I AM Faithful.