This year has been a doozy. Perhaps, it’s just me. But even a quick perusal of current events will provide ample examples of major tensions and tender conflicts among folks at home and abroad. Riven by racial, religious and political discord, here in America, the advent of winter has never felt so ripe.
Earlier this year, I picked up a copy of Coal Miner’s Daughter, Loretta Lynn’s charming 1976 autobiography (buy). Amid the fascinating details outlining her rise from rags to Country music royalty, the legendary singer recounted her long-standing relationship with anxiety and fear. As she penned her angst about the dramatic issues facing the nation forty years ago, I dog-eared pages of phrases that could be applied verbatim to the myriad of challenges facing our country and culture today.
As I grow in age, and hopefully maturity, I am learning fear is no respecter of place or time. Thank God, neither is love.
Christmas is a beginning. It is the advent of our belonging. Our worthiness. Our salvation. Though in this human context of flesh and bone the bonds of darkness persist, within the realm of eternity our souls have been liberated by the love of a Creator who created us, and created us well.
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