“Let Your goodness Lord appear to us, that we
made in your image, conform ourselves to it.
In our own strength
we cannot imitate Your majesty, power, and wonder
nor is it fitting for us to try.
But Your mercy reaches from the heavens
through the clouds to the earth below.
You have come to us as a small child,
but you have brought us the greatest of all gifts,
the gift of eternal love
Caress us with Your tiny hands,
embrace us with Your tiny arms
and pierce our hearts with Your soft, sweet cries.”
St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153)
In case 2020 wasn’t surreal enough already, I woke this morning to the news that someone deliberately set off an explosion in downtown Nashville that devastated several buildings in and around 2nd Avenue and Church Street.
Thankfully, the police were able to evacuate just about everybody in the area before the bombs detonated. But who does something like that on Christmas Day? Seriously?
It was a sharp reminder that we live in a beautiful but broken world. Nothing here below is as it should be. Tornadoes, pandemics, social injustices, hate, indifference, poverty, neglect, and death are all the result of free will choosing poorly.
But Christmas is a reminder that hope is born again. That infant in the manger in every nativity set is still God breaking through into our world to set things right again. Even now, we see glimpses of how everything should be and one day will be.
As much as I love Christmas, I think I’m ready for this year to be over and for the new year to start. Every day that I live and get older, I’m more and more ready to see God’s kingdom come and His will to be done on earth as it is in heaven. I’m ready for Jesus to come back, not in the way of a helpless infant but as conquering King and Hero to all who have longed for His appearing.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus.