As I've heard at least a hundred times today, Christmas is the day after tomorrow. I've got five little girls bouncing off the walls and one little boy belting "Fa la la la la" at the top of his lungs all day long. There's been a different song lodged in my mind though.
"Wild and sweet the words repeat of peace on earth, goodwill to men".
As my children bustled around me today, my thoughts just kept swirling. Oh to have that child like joy again. That untainted delight. The heaviness in my heart however, resonated with this verse;
"And in despair I bowed my head; There is no peace on earth I said. For hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, goodwill to men."
It's been one of those weeks where you are just reminded. You never really forget what kind of a world we live in, but sometimes it's made even more poignant. Even with the beauty and the cheer, the taint of sin runs so deep. This world is so broken. Sometimes the hope feels out of reach under such consuming darkness. But it's not. The hope is there.
"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: God is not dead nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth goodwill to men."
Jesus is coming. He came. He ransomed us. And He is coming again. Our only hope of peace is in Him. And in that hope is all joy.
"Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father's house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also."
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