"I want to dream about kitties...and puppies...and butterflies."
What is that poem? Sugar and spice and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of? Amelie's description of what she wants to dream about fulfills all that you might imagine for a sweet little girl. I can't remember the last time I thought for more than a few seconds about kitties and puppies and butterflies, let alone had a desire for dreams about them.
But really I can't put a value on this innocence and wonder in the world's beauty. Her sweet mind has no blackness when it stops and thinks. Past hurts, bitterness, unforgiveness, knowledge of atrocities in the world, none of this clouds her mind. She loves and dreams freely without any comprehension of bad guys in this world.
I pray for the students in Newton who had this sweet innocence sucked away in moments. Those survivors now know bad at a level beyond the scariest Disney movie they've ever seen. Adults know evil at a new level perhaps greater than we could imagine.
I am still horrified. Each day is a new morning and there is a brief time between when I wake up and when my mind reminds me of the past days happenings. And then... heaviness sets in again. For the families and friends of those lost last Friday I doubt they have even that moment of oblivion. I can't imagine they have been able to shake the reality since the moment it happened.
And now Christmas is next week. The biggest celebration of the year is almost here. Although I am far removed, that cloud of sadness hangs low and evil regularly threatens to steal away the season.
We sang this verse from the familiar song, O Come O Come Emmanuel at church on Sunday:
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, o Israel
Never before during a Christmas season have I resonated so intimately with the hatred of evil and the celebration of God's power to defeat it.
The birth of Jesus kicked off the death march of our enemy.
Jesus was born into this world to defeat evil.
His birth brought victory over Satan's tyranny.
Even though the world has been shaken by an awful display of evil's ugliness, there is good news that evil doesn't win.
The pain is real, unimaginable, and really too much to bear. I almost hesitate to say a "but," because I don't want to minimize any of the suffering.
BUT Emmanuel has come and that is the only hope I find any peace in.
O come, Thou Day-Spring
Come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, o Israel
O come, Thou Key of David, come
And open wide our heavenly home
Make safe the way that leads on high
And close the path to misery
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, o Israel
What is that poem? Sugar and spice and everything nice, that's what little girls are made of? Amelie's description of what she wants to dream about fulfills all that you might imagine for a sweet little girl. I can't remember the last time I thought for more than a few seconds about kitties and puppies and butterflies, let alone had a desire for dreams about them.
But really I can't put a value on this innocence and wonder in the world's beauty. Her sweet mind has no blackness when it stops and thinks. Past hurts, bitterness, unforgiveness, knowledge of atrocities in the world, none of this clouds her mind. She loves and dreams freely without any comprehension of bad guys in this world.
I pray for the students in Newton who had this sweet innocence sucked away in moments. Those survivors now know bad at a level beyond the scariest Disney movie they've ever seen. Adults know evil at a new level perhaps greater than we could imagine.
I am still horrified. Each day is a new morning and there is a brief time between when I wake up and when my mind reminds me of the past days happenings. And then... heaviness sets in again. For the families and friends of those lost last Friday I doubt they have even that moment of oblivion. I can't imagine they have been able to shake the reality since the moment it happened.
And now Christmas is next week. The biggest celebration of the year is almost here. Although I am far removed, that cloud of sadness hangs low and evil regularly threatens to steal away the season.
We sang this verse from the familiar song, O Come O Come Emmanuel at church on Sunday:
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, o Israel
Never before during a Christmas season have I resonated so intimately with the hatred of evil and the celebration of God's power to defeat it.
The birth of Jesus kicked off the death march of our enemy.
Jesus was born into this world to defeat evil.
His birth brought victory over Satan's tyranny.
Even though the world has been shaken by an awful display of evil's ugliness, there is good news that evil doesn't win.
The pain is real, unimaginable, and really too much to bear. I almost hesitate to say a "but," because I don't want to minimize any of the suffering.
BUT Emmanuel has come and that is the only hope I find any peace in.
O come, Thou Day-Spring
Come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, o Israel
O come, Thou Key of David, come
And open wide our heavenly home
Make safe the way that leads on high
And close the path to misery
Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, o Israel
2 comments:
Thanks Angie. This is a beautiful reflection on the truth of Emmanuel, God With Us.
When I read the news about what happened in Connecticut I was instantly in tears. Putting myself in those parents' shoes is so much more sobering now that I am a mother of an innocent little boy. It is nauseating and beyond comprehension, the kind of evil that parades out in our world and the absolute devastation it leaves in it's wake.
BUT! Emmanuel! That's right! God WITH us! We have the final victory, the final blow to Satan's power, through Jesus Christ! That is always the hope and peace that comes rushing in when all I can see around me seems to be darkness. And I will cling to that promise and Truth always.
Thanks for shouting a battle cry against the enemy with the truth of our God's sovereignty and humiliating the devil's schemes by exposing once again his ultimate demise.
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