Unto us a Child is born.
Unto us. In a broken world. Where sorrow runs deep. And grief overwhelms.
Where loss breaks our hearts.
And we forget to breathe.
Unto us a Child is born.
Unto us. In a broken world. Where sorrow runs deep. And grief overwhelms.
Where loss breaks our hearts.
And we forget to breathe.
Christmas prophecies. Read and proclaimed. Every Advent. Christmas Eve. Christmas Day.
Among them, Isaiah’s words.
“For to us a child is born,
to us a Son is given,
and the government will be
on his shoulders.
And he will be called Wonderful Counselor,
Mighty God, Everlasting Father,
Prince of Peace.”
Isaiah 9:6
Storm. Sometimes it comes out of nowhere. Fierce. Sudden. Unpredictable.
The recent tornado in Tennessee roared through. In the middle of the night. Unexpected. Devastating.
Today COVID19 continues spreading across the globe at a rapid pace. Insidious. Unsettling. Unknown.
And traveling along under the radar, another kind of storm. Often unspoken. Filtering through conversations and across the airwaves.
Fear.