Monday, December 17, 2012

Reflecting on Miracles

Considering last week's horrible nightmare, Christmas doesn't seem to be a time of miracles. Horror, grief, trauma...anything but joy, peace, goodwill to men.

I'm solemnly reminded of another Christmas many years ago when a tyrant sought his own end to an innocent. The cries of the mothers could be heard through out the nation. Horrible injustices meted out against helpless ones.

Where was God then?  Where is God?

The course of humankind has always been stained by our sins. Yet in the  violence there is Hope. Not hope of this world, for this world has failed us. But hope in one child saved from the terrbile atrocity to become one later. To bear our sins, my sins, the sins of humankind. To create hope in the chaos of man's failure.

For unto a saviour is born...his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Almighty God, the Everlasting Father...

God was there that sordid night in Bethlehem, and He came to save...

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  1. I flipped my calender to the morning's verse: Isaiah 53:4-5:
    "It was our grief be bore, our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, for his own sins! But he was wounded and bruised for our sins. He was chastised that we might have peace; he was lashed--and we were healed."

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    1. Wow.meditating on that today.......

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    2. Wow.meditating on that today.......

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