
Something strange happens to us at Christmas.
People who haven’t sung out loud since eighth-grade choir suddenly turn into soloists. The tone-deaf, the rhythmically challenged, even the ones who sound like a startled goat—everyone is humming, belting, or mumbling their way through “O Holy Night” in the grocery store produce aisle.
Why?
Because Christmas does something in us.
It makes us want to sing—even if we probably shouldn’t.
But the very first Christmas songs weren’t written by Charles Wesley or Mariah Carey. They began with two pregnant women, an unborn baby who jumped for joy, and an old priest who couldn’t talk for nine months.
His name was Zechariah.
Zechariah was a priest, faithful and blameless, who had prayed for a child with his wife Elizabeth for years. One day, his division is chosen by lot to serve in the temple—a once-in-a-lifetime honor. While he’s inside burning incense, just him and God, the angel Gabriel appears and announces that they will have a son who will prepare the way for the Lord.
Zechariah does what many of us would do: he questions.
“How can I be sure? We’re old.”
It’s doubt wrapped in logic.
Gabriel’s response is firm and unforgettable: because Zechariah didn’t believe, he will be silent and unable to speak until the child is born. For nine long months, Zechariah can’t speak, can’t pronounce a blessing, can’t fully share his excitement or fear. Just quiet.
But silence, in God’s hands, is rarely empty.
It’s often where God does His deepest, quietest, most transformative work.
Seeds grow in the dark soil.
Babies grow in the quiet of the womb.
Dreams are formed in the stillness of the night.
And faith grows in the silence—when God feels distant but is actually very close.
Zechariah didn’t lose his voice as punishment. He gained a message through preparation.
When the baby is finally born, the family assumes he’ll be named after his father. But Zechariah writes on a tablet, “His name is John.” In that act of obedience, his tongue is loosed. And the first words out of his mouth are not complaint, not “Finally!” but worship.
Luke 1:67–79 records his song. In it, Zechariah praises God for remembering His promises, for keeping His covenant, and for bringing salvation. Then he uses a striking phrase to describe Jesus: “Because of our God’s merciful compassion, the dawn from on high will visit us” (CSB).
Other translations call it “the Sunrise from on high.”
Not a sunrise.
The Sunrise.
Zechariah says this Sunrise will shine on those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death and will guide our feet into the way of peace. In other words, Jesus doesn’t wait for us to climb out of the darkness. He comes to us in it—our confusion, anxiety, grief, wandering, and long silences.
Maybe this Christmas you’re not feeling very “merry and bright.” Maybe you’re sitting in your own kind of darkness—spiritual, emotional, or directional. Maybe you’ve stopped praying about certain things because it feels like nothing is changing.
The good news is that the Sunrise has already come.
Jesus steps into the valley, not just the mountaintop.
He shines His light into our thinking, our emotions, and our decisions. He brings clarity where we’re confused, hope where we’re crushed, and peace where we’re paralyzed.
Christmas isn’t ultimately about twinkling lights on houses.
It’s about the cosmic Sunrise breaking over a dark world, a dark heart, and a dark season.
The question is:
Where is the dark place in your life that needs the Sunrise?
And will you invite Jesus to shine there?








