Mass shootings, some involving young children.
Military action against hostile forces.
Fallen church leaders.
Sudden and unexpected deaths leaving families to grieve.
All of this in just the last few weeks, with some of it touching me personally and some of it affecting me from a distance. Merry Christmas?
It causes me to look even deeper into the story of Christmas. The babe in the manger, innocence wrapped up by a blanket.
I lean over and take a peek into the eyes of a newborn that will one day carry the weight of all this and so much more. The sin of this world. My sin. Your sin.
And I breathe out the beautiful name of “Jesus.” I don’t see just a baby any longer. No, I see power. Power in the name of the one who is being held in the arms of a new mother.
When life seems unbearable and the pain too deep, there is only one word that I need to say. There is just one word that holds all the power we need…Jesus.
And yes, I can now say with renewed hope and joy in my heart…MERRY CHRISTMAS!