On Christmas Eve in 1965 something unusual happened in Barwell in Leicestershire. Suddenly there was a blazing light in the skies. A deafening crash boomed across the countryside. People were alarmed. Strange things started to land on the ground. And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. What had happened? A meteorite had struck. Appropriately, astronomers think that it was about the size of a turkey when it broke through the earth’s atmosphere. It was followed by a sonic boom as the rock became a fireball and exploded into thousands of pieces. So there was light. There was noise. There was alarm. It was all very unusual. Luke 2:8-20 tells us about another occasion when there was light in the sky, when there was noise, and when there was great alarm. A crowd of angels appear. There’s a blazing light in the sky as they come. The countryside reverberates to the explosive roar of their words as they ascribe glory to God. The shepherds who see them are scared ou
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