25 Songs of Christmas (#16 – Happy Xmas)
Where was the Church when Aleppo fell?
Where was the Church when Aleppo fell?
Sometimes I think it is cute how warped our traditional story of Christmas is.
There is a sound to Christmas and this is it.
All around the world there are millions of people who for thousands of reasons of poverty, oppression and injustice are crying out for a Savior to come. Two thousand years ago He came incarnated in a little baby. This year He still comes, incarnated in you.
When Jesus came to this earth, His choice to be born in Bethlehem was not random. There was no better time and place for the effective rapid dispersion of His name throughout the early world.
Through the wind and horns, in spite of the hood tight against ears that are growing numb, that bell rings out clear and joyful
World peace begins with a breeze and a baby.
Honestly, “Walking in a winter wonderland” is not by any stretch of my imagination a fun thing to do. Glistening snow is beautiful to look at from inside a warm house, but certainly not when you are walking in it. Those little white flakes of evil falling down will never be a “beautiful sight” that makes me “happy tonight” and it is certainly not something in which I want to “frolic and play the eskimo way”.
The thing with dreams is how they are skewed. Depending on how we are made or how we chose to remember a day or event, we tend to either remember only the good and gloss over the rough or the opposite.