As the choir sang their joyous cantata Sunday night, all I could think about was the trauma on children sold into prostitution, boys and girls orphaned by Ebola and Aids. How do I sing joy to THE WORLD when THE WORLD doesn’t know THE JOY?
There’s the gaping hole, the white elephant in the sanctuary, the billowing smoke that won’t let me breathe. “An injustice ANYWHERE IS AND INJUSTICE EVERYWHERE” (see video)
I’m NOT celebrating; I’m doing something a little more radical. I’m defending childhood.
Hey, I really don’t want you to stop your parties. Really! Our Savior deserves continuous praise.
Maybe my mourning and protesting is a form of celebration??
Learn to do good; Seek justice, Reprove the ruthless, Defend the orphan, Plead for the widow. Isaiah 1:17 NASB
Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless, and see that they get justice. Prov. 31: 8-9 NLT
Tell you what would bring eggnog and delight for me:
If 4 more people would sponsor a child through World Vision before Christmas. HERE’s THE LINK! or I’ll bring some child folders for you to look through if you live near by! A CHILD IS WORTH SAVING.
Oh holy night! That would be some sweet frankincense and myrrh in my wounds!
Radical love brings radical results. That’s why “a man of sorrows”, Jesus Christ was born.