This week has included…
…the disruption of our foster daughter.
…presiding at a difficult funeral for a young man.
…my brother’s apartment robbed.
…a dear friend going through a painful divorce.
…and the weather’s not helping much, either.
...[etcetera, etcetera, etcetera]
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting light,
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
Yesterday there was a radio guy who encouraged listeners to call my children’s school in order to call them “communist” and “godless” because the parties they have scheduled for this week are being called Winter Parties instead of Christmas Parties. How weak does one’s faith have to be to believe that the birth of Christ is somehow threatened by the name of an elementary school party? And what would motivate someone to disrupt the routine of an elementary school by flooding the office with annoying phone calls? And how would that be a good Christian witness, exactly? ... [rant averted]
No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still the dear Christ enters in.
Okay, Okay, Okay - - - I get it. Life happens. God is good. Christ is born. All that stuff.
I know that in my head. I suppose that I have been caught in the middle of the juxtaposition of the good news and the real world. When I get stuck in a place like this, the only thing that works for me is to just keep singing.
O morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King, and peace to all on earth!
I love "O Little Town of Bethlehem." It covers "hopes AND fears." I've got plenty of both today.
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