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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