Perhaps at no other time of the year are so many remembering so much. It’s seemingly impossible to pull dusty boxes out of the attic and unpack Christmas decorations without revisiting Christmases past. The very essence of Christmas is an arrow pointing to the past.
Thursday, December 24, 2020
God is Not Dead, Nor Doth He Sleep
Well, it is Christmas Eve. My last blog, if you missed it, was dedicated to Reagan's recent tenth birthday. That can be found here. With Christmas looming, I have a few focused thoughts I'm going to share. This last year has been wild and, for many, incredibly hard. While many will open gifts and be surrounded by loved ones over the coming days, many will experience crippling loneliness and despair.
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."
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