By Callie Daruk

Less than twelve feet separated the onlooker from the hungry hawk launching his attack.

Up, down and around the tree it flew; laser focused on its prey. As if to taunt him, the clever bird cooed and danced, narrowly escaping the hawks grasp.

The night of the living nativity on Adairville’s town square, a man stood watching in awe. He’d never been that close to a hawk. Behind him, as the holy family, wise men and angels gathered donning their costumes for the living nativity taking place that night, in front of him was far more that fowl play.

A closer look revealed the hawk wasn’t after just any bird—it was after a dove. On the eve of Adairville’s inaugural living nativity, in plain site, a dove was ferociously under attack. To the amazement of the man watching the show unfold, somehow, the dove escaped the hawk’s grasp and flew away.

Webster’s 1828 dictionary defines the word dove as:

1. a word of endearment

2. an emblem of innocence.

In scripture, a dove represents the Holy Spirit.

To the onlooker, that night, that scene was no mere coincidence. With commercialism and excess in stores all around them, a community came together to reenact the true meaning of Christmas. In a world increasingly more intolerant and hostile toward Christians, people of one town stood.

Battles are fought in realms both seen and unseen—the man was reminded of this that night. The body of Christ, is under fierce attack. Like the hawk, it’s enemy is relentless and will stop at nothing to see it’s destruction. But, like the hawk, it’s enemy cannot see the way of escape.

The man was reminded of another important truth that night—the Holy Spirit will always prevail.

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