I am so torn over the news this past weekend. So many little kids died on Friday in Connecticut. So many lives taken WAY to soon. And I get SUPER emotional thinking about their mommies and daddies who now have to face the Christmas season…. without them.
It’s too big a burden to bear. I will be on my knees praying for them in the days ahead. Because I can’t even FATHOM their grief. Their sorrow. Their pain.
The tragedy has had us ALL asking… why? And many expressing their weariness for the evil that’s in this world. I, for one, am so ready for Jesus to return.
This little prayer is going around on Facebook. Max Lucado is an amazing author, and has put into words exactly what my heart was feeling, so well. No matter what you believe, I hope this little prayer touches you. And may we all remember those who lost their lives this past weekend. And hug our families tighter in the days to come. For we will never know how many days we have left with the ones we love on this earth.
Pray for the Sandy Hook community. Pray for all the families who lost their loved ones. Pray for the children who endured the terror and made it out alive and that they aren’t too traumatized by the aftermath.
Jesus come back.
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.
*Image found HERE.