Making sense of it all…

When I look at the Christmas tree, that’s when it hits me. My daughter and I carefully decorated it. The lights twinkle cheerfully. The presents are wrapped and labelled and piled high until Christmas morning. Everything is ready, waiting.

When I look at the Christmas tree, that’s when the tears really begin to flow. There are parents out there who, like me, have carefully decorated their trees with their children’s help. The lights twinkle cheerfully at their houses too. Their presents have also been wrapped and labelled and piled high until Christmas morning. Everything is ready, waiting.

Everything is ready and waiting, but there will be no pitter-patter of feet running eagerly downstairs on Christmas Day. There will be no cheerful laughter to fill the air.

It will be the hardest at Christmas, I’m sure.

When I look at my tree and the presents beneath it, I grieve for the families who lost loved ones yesterday. It happened all those years ago in Bethlehem too, you know. The madness. The evil. Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted because they were no more.

Children. Innocent children.

It’s just not fair.

I want to humbly ask you to do something. I want to ask you to click on the link below, to read a prayer that Max Lucado wrote yesterday. A Christmas Prayer. Something to make sense of it all. I want to ask you to read it and to make it your prayer. Because in the darkness of today, we need light. We need hope.

We need a Savior.

So won’t you click on the link and make this your prayer?

Please?

A Christmas Prayer

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