Have you been listening to Christmas music since the calendar turned to November? Or maybe you have a rule that you can only listen after Thanksgiving. Regardless of when you started listening, chances are you have a favorite Christmas song.
Mine has been, and probably always will be, “O Holy Night.” It’s because of the best christmas lyric I’ve ever heard:
“A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices.”
Our world certainly is weary.
I’m weary that the term “active shooter” has become normal vernacular in my “safe” city. Terrorist bombings. Refugee crises. We live in a day and age where evil is closing in on all sides. I come to work and read story after story of the pain and brokenness caused by poverty. No mother should have to worry about how she will feed her newborn child and no child should have to go to bed hungry.
Oh weary soul, we live in a world that is broken. So very broken.
It’s disheartening. If I’m honest, sometimes it feels so overwhelming I feel paralyzed to do anything. And it’s the holidays. Lights are up and my days are supposed to be merry and bright. Yet in this season of the world, what is there to be merry about?