from Max Lucado
Dear Jesus,
It’s a good thing you
were born at night. This world sure seems dark. I have a good eye for silver
linings. But they seem dimmer lately.
These killings,
Lord. These children, Lord. Innocence violated. Raw evil
demonstrated.
The whole world seems on
edge. Trigger-happy. Ticked off. We hear threats of chemical weapons and
nuclear bombs. Are we one button-push away from annihilation?
Your world seems a bit
darker this Christmas. But you were born in the dark, right? You came at
night. The shepherds were nightshift workers. The Wise Men followed a star.
Your first cries were heard in the shadows. To see your face, Mary and Joseph
needed a candle flame. It was dark. Dark with Herod’s jealousy. Dark with Roman
oppression. Dark with poverty. Dark with violence.
Herod went on a rampage,
killing babies. Joseph took you and your mom into Egypt. You were an immigrant
before you were a Nazarene.
Oh, Lord Jesus, you
entered the dark world of your day. Won’t you enter ours? We are weary of
bloodshed. We, like the wise men, are looking for a star. We, like the
shepherds, are kneeling at a manger.
This Christmas, we ask
you, heal us, help us, be born anew in us.
Hopefully,
Your Children
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