Robin Tanner Markanich graduated from BYU in Broadcast Journalism and worked in TV news in Washington DC where she fell in love, literally and figuratively. Her Virginia-born husband tricked her into a life on the opposite side of the country in the Pacific Northwest. Robin is an Arizonan at heart who craves flip flops year round, taco stands and lime Cokes. She blogs at

To me, the advent of Christ is essentially a story of deliverance.

Generally we celebrate that deliverance on Easter Sunday much like the Jews celebrate the deliverance of the children of Israel from bondage during Passover. But the sacrifice of the grown Son of God began with the birth of the infant Jesus child.

My favorite Christmas carol is the Advent Hymn O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. Emmanuel meaning God with us is a name-title given in Isaiah as a sign of God’s deliverance.

The hymn speaks of Christ’s ransoming of captive Israel. It speaks of Christ freeing us from Satan, and giving us victory over the grave. The repeating refrain is an invitation for us to rejoice. Despite the realities of this life, even the horrors of the past week, we have cause to rejoice for Emmanuel is promised to come to us. He has and he does.

Light is used throughout our canon as a symbol of Christ. Light has preceded heavenly messengers, miraculous answers to prayer and pivotal conversions. Light is also at the center of the Christmas Story.

Growing up we would join all of my cousins, aunts and uncles at my Granny & Grandpa’s home on Christmas Eve. After dinner the cousins would be adorned in Granny’s fine scarves and robes. Some little cousins would clutch shiny treasures from her shelves. My Grandpa would narrate the account of the nativity. Sometimes an uncle would act as donkey. Aunts would nudge us into place. I believe I had a chance to play every role in that play, including Joseph, (we had a lot of girl cousins.)

One Christmas during college, my Granny asked me to coordinate the play. I decided to change tradition, and begin the show five years earlier. My little brother was dressed as Samuel the Lamanite and our parents were armed with foil stones. This is where our account diverts from the scriptural account. You’ll recall Samuel was protected from the arrows and stones – my brother did not enjoy the same protection.

Grandpa began reading from the Book of Mormon in Helaman 14, “…for five years more cometh and behold then cometh the Son of God to redeem all those who shall believe on his name. This will I give unto you for a sign at the time of his coming; there shall be great lights in heaven…”

Five years pass and the Nephites watch courageously for that day and night and day which will be as one day as Samuel had promised. The believers faced death if the sign did not appear. It is in that moment that a sorrowing prophet took his heavy heart to God. Nephi cried mightily to the Lord. And on that Christmas Eve long ago, the Lord spoke, “Lift up your head and be of good cheer… on this night shall the sign be given and on the morrow come I into the world.”

I love this account. It exemplifies Christ perfectly as our Comforter as he speaks to Nephi the night before his own birth. His deliverance for the Nephites that night was immediate. Our moments of deliverance may not be as swift. We may feel that we linger too long in our dark moments of despair. Even as we call out for succor it may feel as if there is none. But the deliverance of His Grace is sure.

It is His light we rejoice in. “Let him come and cheer our spirits by his advent here. We know he can disperse the gloomy clouds of night, and death’s dark shadows put to flight.” (O Come, O Come Emmanuel Verse 3)

The joy of this Christmas season seems to be overshadowed as we all mourn with those families in Connecticut. We may also have sorrows that the eye can’t see. My sorrow this month is the fact that I am losing another pregnancy.  I acutely feel the heaviness of my loss and that of so many others.

But I also feel something else.

While attending a living nativity at my friend’s Adventist church I made my way with the others towards Bethlehem. There were helpful Wise Men and Shepherds along the way. We turned the last corner with the manger in view. Huddled together before the Holy Family I began to cry. Under a bright star I was reminded just how miraculous it is that we have a Savior. That he was born and died for us. And that he lives.

That truth brought me peace.

“And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins.” (2 Nephi 25:26)

December 25, 2012


  1. Michelle

    December 22, 2012

    Beautiful. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m grateful that you have shared your faith and hope in the Savior here. The theme of deliverance is one that has a special place in my heart.

    We didn’t get to our local Night at Bethlehem activity; it’s like I was there with you as you described walking around that corner and seeing the manger, having a chance to see and feel a little of what we missed this year. Thank you.

  2. Linda

    December 22, 2012

    Lovely piece, Robin. And lovely peace.

  3. Jendoop

    December 22, 2012

    This hymn has become my favorite Christmas song in the last few years. That line about ransoming captive Israel – I so identify with it. I am captive in this worldliness, in my mortal body, in my sins and Christ ransoms his perfect self for me. It stirs my heart every time I hear it.

    Thanks for this post, and my condolences on the loss of your child.

  4. Strollerblader

    December 22, 2012

    You did a beautiful job of putting many of my thoughts into words. Thank you. Blessings to you in your miscarriage. I am sorry for your loss. Merry Christmas to you!

  5. Sarah Dunster

    December 23, 2012

    My heart is also full this Christmas season. This brought me some peace, too. I said a prayer for you, too.

  6. Jennie L

    December 23, 2012

    Thanks Robin! Needed to read this today!

  7. Kellie aka Selwyn

    December 23, 2012

    Deliverance fits my Christmas experience perfectly. I’m sorry for your loss, and so grateful for your words.

  8. Cindy

    December 24, 2012

    Every year on Christmas Eve we read my favorite Christmas story–the one in the Book of Mormon. I am humbled by the faith of the righteous Nephites–that they faced death and still believed that Samuel’s prophecies would be fulfilled. I am so relieved each time I read of Nephi’s prayer and Christ’s response to him. “Lift up your head and be of good cheer…” I rejoice again with the faithful Nephites as they realize that the sun has gone down but that it remains light–because on the other side of the world, the light of the world is being born. I give thanks that His birth not only saved the lives of the righteous Nephites, but saves mine as well.

  9. Sage

    December 29, 2012

    Thanks for this beautiful post. Blessings to you at this time of loss.

    I felt your tears as well at the thought of the Christ Child’s arrival on eartth.

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