Our light.

I have been sick, just plain sick, about what happened yesterday. Our world. Our babies. The terror. I can't get my head around such pain. I held my babies tighter last night. I found myself watching the monitor as they slept, just praying for them. For us. For the world we live in. For the precious families that lost a darling little soul in a senseless act.

I read this Christmas Prayer by Max Lucado and was reminded that our savior was born in the dark, that he is our light, our joy, our mighty healer. Thank you, Jesus. Keep shining.

A Christmas Prayer
by Max Lucado • December 14
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