• BIRTH •
I was inspired to write Go to Bethlehem in the week following Christmas, 2016. We had just been through that blessed time where happy, holy music had filled our lives to overflowing, starting with Julfest, and then the Evensong Antiphons, and the Pageant of the Nativity, and Revels and Recitals and Carols and Concerts. It was a feast for the ears. Doctor Savage's angels were ever-present, singling hosannas down from above.
The moment of inspiration for the song struck as I was standing in our dining room, Dec 28, late evening, looking down on our busy collection of nativity sets, all clustered and cloistered together on the top of the sideboard just a foot under my nose – dozens of mangers and angels and stars and wise men and Marys and Josephs and shepherds stretching out in a jumble of alleyways. In my imagination I was transported down into that diverse version of Bethlehem, running around that little town looking for the right manger with the right baby Jesus in it. That thought led me to wondering who I might have been, had I really been alive and present in the little town of Bethlehem on the night of Jesus' birth, listening to the angels sing. And then along came Go to Bethlehem.
~ Christopher Lee Brown