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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