peace on earth.

At this moment cholera is killing people, thousands of people. Parents are divorcing. People are in need of lifesaving surgery. Innocent men are sitting in dark jail cells. Teens have died in a house fire. And yet we pass each other in the store or on the street or even in church and wish each other a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year.

I have felt very little of the peace that is supposedly on this earth in the last six months of my life...the world has seemed pretty dark.

But the truth is the Baby came. He came into a world that was confusing, lost, and unjust. The King of Kings and Lord of Lords broke through the silence that night, probably (and hopefully) screaming like any other newborn, and his cries changed everything we know. The darkness was perhaps brighter, the cold was warmer, the deaths seemed easier, the broken relationships seemed bearable, the injustice seemed like it just might be made right.

Sometimes I forget. He brought us peace.

That Baby that came..? We treated him like we treat most things we are given. We took advantage, used, abused and killed that Baby. But in His death all the darkness was defeated. The world that often seems confusing, lost, and unjust was redeemed, made new. We no longer have to look at sickness, death, betrayal, and injustice the same. Because God used that Baby to give us Hope. To fix our mess. To save His people.

Sometimes I get bogged down by the brokenness. But the pieces actually will fit together. I confess I can't see it everyday, but then I'm reminded about that Baby crying out for peace and I know that despite the darkness it will come.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.