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Micah 5:2-5a

2But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days. 3Therefore he shall give them up until the time when she who is in labor has brought forth; then the rest of his kindred shall return to the people of Israel. 4And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they shall live secure, for now he shall be great to the ends of the earth; 5and he shall be the one of peace.

The Peaceful City

A long time ago, people roamed and wandered throughout the land--sometimes alone, sometimes in tribes and families--but always roaming, never resting more than a short while in one place. That was before they came to us. Before they came to settle in cities, towns and villages.

I say "before they came to us" but perhaps I really should say, "before they created us." For we, the cities, towns, and villages of the world, we are the creations of those who dwell within our walls. With their hands, my inhabitants formed my strong buildings; with their feet, they hardened my winding roads. With their laughter and their tears, their conflicts and their commerce, they gave me energy and vitality. Through their toils and their travels, they gave me a reputation and a name: I am called Beth'lehem. It means "house of bread."

And for thousands of years, my houses provided shelter for my people; my tables provided them with bread, and I was content. I was quiet. I am a peaceful city, a passive city, an little, unimportant city. I have no desire to be like Jerusalem with her mighty kings, like Jericho with her proud walls, or like Nineveh with her crowded marketplaces. I am a peaceful city. I am content just to watch in silence...to sleep...and to watch some more.

As I have watched, I have seen many things.

I watched Jacob, the son of Isaac, the son of Abraham pass near my gates so long ago. His beloved wife, Rachel, was great with child, and Jacob was happy. I watched as Rachel gave birth to a son, Benjamin, the youngest of the twelve who would become the twelve tribes of Israel. I watched as Rachel gave birth there on the outskirts of my fields, and I watched as Jacob's happiness suddenly faltered, his wife taken from him in childbirth, too soon, too beloved. Jacob buried Rachel just over there, and I wept with him that day. Silently, from afar.

Years later, I watched as an old widow returned to me, bringing with her a young girl, also a widow. So sad were Naomi and Ruth when they came to me and dwelt within my walls. But in time, Ruth met a young man named Boaz. I watched their love for each other grow. I rejoiced with them on their wedding day, and quietly wished them many years of peace together.

I watched their son, and their grandson, and their great-grandson. A precocious little boy named David, who was born here among my people. Red hair and a mischievous smile and boundless energy--how I loved that little boy, David. I watched him tend his father's sheep; I listened to him sing and play melodies on his harp. I watched him grow strong and brave...but he never lost that mischievous smile! I watched as the prophet Samuel came one day and anointed David with oil. He said David would someday be King over all Israel. I saw David less and less after that day, though I often heard of his achievements and was proud. He came to me one more time--once when he longed for a drink of water from the city of his birth. It was good to see him again. Now they call Jerusalem the "City of David" but before he belonged to Jerusalem, he belonged to me. I miss David.

I did not know or watch David's sons and his grandsons. They belonged to other cities. But I have watched kings and peasants pass among my buildings and peaceful homes on their way to less peaceful places. Sometimes they run. Sometimes they march.

I watched Nebuchadnezzar and his armies march through my quiet streets. He marched against Jerusalem, but stopped long enough to take the best of my children as his slaves. I did nothing to stop him...what could I do? I have no high walls, no fortified towers. I am a peaceful city. I watched him take my children...my vitality...my life. Those were dark years, but still I watched. Often I slept.

One day some of my long lost children came home. They brought with them strange languages and customs, but still they were my children, and I was happy. Their hands rebuilt my ruined buildings. Their feet renewed my abandoned streets. Their voices spoke my name, and once again I was Beth'lehem, the house of bread.

I watched the people, and I listened to the voices that called my name. One voice belonged was Micah, the prophet. He said: But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel. He shall give them up until the time when she who is in labor has brought forth. And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they shall live secure, for now he shall be great to the ends of the earth; and he shall be the one of peace.

Micah spoke of a ruler yet to come, a ruler clothed in majesty, greatness, and peace. But those things are not for me. I thought only of my shepherd King, David. I missed David.

For many years after that, I slept. I watched. I waited. Four hundred years passed, and I watched Mary and Joseph.

0:00 - I am a peaceful city. I don't get involved. 0:25 - Do I? 0:43 - God of Israel, hear my prayer... 0:52 - Let me shine, let me speak. 1:07 - (drums) And the heavens opened up 1:16 - Shepherds 1:32 - (drums) 1:49 - strings 2:14 - final build 2:20 - soaring