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After Christmas

Yesterday, I read from Matthew second chapter to my children before they went to sleep. When I finished, my daughter said, "I think God saved the entire family when He sent Jesus away to Egypt."
It gave me the jitters to think of the next question they would ask me, " if God saved Jesus from Herod, why didn't he save all the children?"

The first Christmas was a promise of hope, joy, peace and love. But horror lurked just around the corner. Who knew? God did. He even foretold this misery. The Messiah was to be born into this chaos and grief. Not afterwards nor before that.

Grief turns severe during Christmas. New year leaves not much to hope for at homes that have lost loved ones. But Christmas comes nevertheless. Just like kept promises, Christmas comes and with it comes the challenge to love beyond the grief.

 I don't know the answer to why children die - be it in mass shootings or bizzare accidents. But what I do know is this. This baby was saved because, He had to die a more painful and torturous death hated by the powerful, condemned by His own people, betrayed by His friend, stripped naked and bruised beyond recognition. That was the purpose of His birth and most certainly of His narrow escape from Herod's sword.




Comments

Josephine said…
Gives a whole new insight!
Sheeba said…
"The challenge to love beyond the grief" is a new touch
Sheeba said…
"The challenge to love beyond the grief" is a new touch
Angela said…
Hoping to move beyond my own struggles to make a difference...

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