
LETTER #54 of “LETTERS TO MY YOUNG ADULT CHILDREN AND TO A WOKE, DECEIVED AND UNLOVED GENERATION” (Letter 54) by Daniel Whyte III, Author of the National Bestselling Books: “Letters to Young Black Men” and “Letters to Young Black Women” First written over 30 years ago.
LETTER 54
HAPPY DECEMBER 19th AND HAPPY SPIRITUAL BORN-AGAIN BIRTHDAY TO ME, AND HAPPY PREACHING ANNIVERSARY TO ME! GLORY BE TO GOD!
Dear Daniqua Grace, Danae, Danita, Daniel, Danni, Danyelle Elizabeth, Danyel Ezekiel, Danielle Tekeela, Duran, and Kywaizia:
I want to thank each of you for wishing me a happy Spiritual Birthday as you have done down through the years. I want to thank each of you for being with me on most of my Spiritual Birthdays down through the years and for all that you did for me on those birthdays, which was a culmination of all we had done that year for the Lord together. Thank you, especially for all of the handwritten Spiritual Birthday cards you wrote me on my Born-again Birthday, which are included in the beautiful book Dear Papa: Letters to My Father that you children put together with Danita Evangeline Whyte as the editor and compiler.
Always remember the times I read to you from The Purpose-Driven Life, and the first statement in the book says, “It’s not about you; it’s about the Lord.” If you can remember that in life, you will remain a very happy servant of the Lord, and you will have peace that passeth all understanding, joy unspeakable, and the cheerfulness Jesus Christ talked about when He said, “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” Keep your mind stayed on the Lord, and He will keep you in perfect peace. So again, I give God the glory, praise, and honor for allowing me to see my 44th Spiritual Birthday, Preaching Anniversary, and my 36th wedding anniversary, which was all done by the power and grace of God and with the help of each of you children. Thank you very much, and I love you all.
THE CHRISTMAS STORY CONTINUES: Luke 2:16-20
Along with prayer and passing out Gospel tracts, the main thing we did to honor Jesus Christ for Christmas was read the Christmas story, preach the Gospel on Christmas Day, and have a good Christmas celebration meal but not as big as Thanksgiving. I have precious memories. I hope that one day you will too. Precious memories are one of the greatest benefits of living for the Lord.
The Christmas story continues:
Luke 2:16-20:
16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.
18 And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.
19 But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.
20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.
MY LOVING CHRISTMAS DEVOTIONAL TEXT IS: Matthew 6:9-13:
9 After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
11 Give us this day our daily bread.
12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
HOW TO FIND HOPE ON A LONG SILENT NIGHT
Alicia Bruxvoort
“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.” Luke 2:8-9
I sit alone near the window at the end of a long December day, my weary frame wrapped in a wordless sigh and a plush red blanket. The wintry woods beyond the glass are as quiet as my children who sleep down the hall.
Moonbeams mingle with the twinkling lights of our Christmas tree, and starlight waltzes with the shadows on the floor.
I take a deep breath and seek solace in the silence. But my heart refuses to rest in the hallowed hush.
For years, when my wee ones filled the nights with wails, I dreamed of a quiet like this.
But what I didn’t know then — when my midnight hours thrummed to the rhythm of sniffling sighs and colicky cries — is that children aren’t the only ones who can fill the night with clamor.
Sometimes the quiet quakes noisy, too.
Doubts drowned out by the drone of the day can resurrect with a ruckus in the lull of night. Fear can run wild when our feet finally slow. And worry can howl reckless in the hush.
It’s in the quiet where we often come face-to-face with our questions:
Do I really believe that God is good?
Does He truly see my needs and hear my prayers?
Do I trust Him enough to obey when it doesn’t make sense?
Will His promises hold firm even if my hope falls short?
It’s in the quiet where we learn to fight for faith.
So, I shift my eyes from that twinkling tree to the Bible on my lap. And I read aloud from those treasured pages.
“That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. ‘Don’t be afraid!’ he said. ‘I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior — yes, the Messiah, the Lord — has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”
God’s Word dangles in the air like the velvet stockings hanging hopeful on my mantle. I close my eyes and try to listen to the truth of Scripture rather than the squall of my own soul.
I imagine the Hope of Heaven landing on the dust of earth … the squeals of fright and the blaze of light. The angel’s declaration and the shepherds’ consternation.
And I ask Jesus to show me something new in this familiar account of the very first Christmas.
Then all at once, I see it through a haze of grateful tears:
The message the angels proclaimed on that Bethlehem hillside long ago didn’t just change the course of one bygone silent night.
The good news of great joy changed the course of every silent night to come. Because we don’t have a God who merely pierces our darkness. We have a Savior who lingers beside us on our long silent nights.
The prophets foretold it. The angel repeated it. And His name confirms it. God is with us.
And in His presence, we can find everything we need when the quiet quakes noisy.
Dear Jesus, thank You for sticking with me whether I’m full of hope or full of fear. I’m glad my doubts don’t diminish Your love and my qualms don’t offend Your faithfulness. Teach me how to rest in Your presence when my heart is unsettled. I want to trust You more. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
TRUTH FOR TODAY:
“Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”
“‘Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel’ (which means, God with us).”
Daniqua Grace, Danae, Danita, Daniel, Danni, Danyelle Elizabeth, Danyel Ezekiel, Danielle Tekeela, Duran, and Kywaizia, I love you very much and I am praying for you all “Without Ceasing.” Please pray for me and the ministry “Without Ceasing. “Thanks for the precious memories.
Love God and Jesus Christ first,
Love Papa, second.
Love,
Papa







