So much brokeness all around.
Can I begin to understand the new air raids between Israel and Palestine?
My Tanzanian colleague, Philemon, lost his dad this morning. He was about 58 and riding his bicycle when an out-of-control taxi van hit and killed him.
If hurts me to think about their loss, how do they feel?
Last week, a depressed guy in LA dressed up as Santa and took a handgun to a party at his ex-in-laws and killed 9 people.
Shootings become "common" and that only compounds our sorrow.
The current economic disaster reveals a broken system and a habitual effort to satiate our souls with more.
Money and stuff. They don't actually heal our hearts.
The people of Zimbabwe are starving slowly. They are dying of cholera in the face of a leader who says there is nothing wrong.
We wait and wonder how long it can go on.
Creation is sick.. so sick. God made systems that heal themselves and honestly, she IS trying. The coral reef is showing healthy signs of life after the damage of the big tsunami. But, God bless her, she can't heal herself when we injure her continually and deeply.
Wars drag on. Rape is a weapon. It's not even rare anymore.
I feel like throwing up.
But, in this welling pain, I remember a stable. I remember a baby.
A friend of mine is a hospital chaplain. He recently stood with parents who had just lost their 25 year old daughter to a massive stroke. In the face of the loss, the mom wondered why she felt so torn up inside when it was a simple matter of the universe taking back her daughter. There was oneness. Why should it hurt?
She answered her own question. "Frankly," she said, "I don't think the universe gives a damn."
A baby was born to bridge the divide; to reach out through our pain and lead us home.
This Christmas, I am aware of much pain.
This Christmas, I am thankful for a baby who came to let me know that there is a way through it.
I'm thankful, this Christmas, for Hope. I'm thankful for Joy. I'm thankful for a redeeming, restoring, renewing, celebrating God.
These things are living gifts that come quietly from The God Who Gives a Damn.