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For Christ himself has brought peace to us. He united Jews and Gentiles into one people when, in his own body on the cross, he broke down the wall of hostility that separated us. Ephesians 2:14 NLT
Without Christmas there would be no Easter. Without sacrifice there can be no forgiveness. Without love, there can be no unity. Without unity there can be no peace.
Hours before Jesus was brutally murdered he knelt in the garden to pray. He prayed for strength for the upcoming test of endurance. He prayed for a way out. He prayed for the unity of his followers.
He could have prayed for our courage since we would experience hatred because of his name and even be killed because we were his followers. But he didn’t. He prayed for unity.
It’s important to remember that unity does not mean uniformity. He never asked that we would think alike, act alike, speak alike and like all the same things. In fact, one of his followers, the Apostle Paul, says that divisions among us can be useful for the health of the body (1 Corinthians 11:19).
Jesus prayed for us to be unified because he knew the Father was a God of creativity. While we are all made in his image, we are certainly different from one another! How boring would life be if everything in nature was green. The grass, the water, the sky, the rocks the trees?
God knew what he was doing when he created us in his image and consequently with a creative component. Ironically, perhaps, it’s our differences that make unity beautiful. I like to think of unity in the way illustrated by an orchestra. Each instrument playing its part but in harmony with those around it.
Jews and gentiles? Gay and Straight? Black or white? Republican or Democrat? The body of Christ is made up of all of these. The unifying factor isn’t heritage or denomination or ethnicity or orientation. The unifying factor is Jesus. The result is peace on earth and goodwill to those in whose God finds favor.
Jesus came to be the example of how we can live in unity. His birth in the manger was to be one with us. His death and resurrection destroyed the walls of hostility so that, different as we are, we can live in solidarity because of him. Unity is not uniformity, but unity is peace and peace is power.
Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests. Luke 2:14
The peace-robber of fear has a cousin named doubt. Doubt has been used by the enemy of our souls from the very beginning.
The seed of doubt was planted in the mind of Adam and Eve in the garden. It was doubt that fueled and extra 20 years of wandering in the wilderness.
It’s doubt that keeps us from seeing the peace that the angels promised the shepherds that night on a lonely hillside outside of Bethlehem.
On Christmas’s day, 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a 57 year old widowed father of six sat in his office. His mind was cluttered with doubt. His wife had died. His oldest had been severely wounded in the Civil war. His country was being torn apart.
As the sound of Christmas bells wrestled with the doubts in his mind he penned this poem which has become a popular Christmas Carol:
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
and wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men
And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
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.”
It’s no secret we live in troubled times. Hate is strong. The darkness of conflict is evident in our homes and globally.
But our peace as Christ-followers transcends the evil of this world and reminds us “God is NOT dead.”
Global peace on earth will not happen until the return of our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. Until then, those of us who trust in him as our Savior can experience peace and share that peace with others.
Yet I still dare to hope when I remember this: The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!”Lamentations 3:21-24
Read through the book of Lamentations and you’ll see why the book gets its title. Lamentations, to lament, to live in despair and hopelessness.
Traditionally, the prophet Jeremiah is given credit for this book of poetry. It was written in a time of tremendous struggle for God’s people. They were under attack physically, politically and spiritually. It seemed as though God had either abandoned them completely or was unleashing his wrath on his people.
Yet, in the middle of this book there is an oasis so to speak. A refreshing reminder each of us can hold onto in perilous times. When the darkness is thick enough to cut with a knife; when it gets harder and harder to believe; when God seems angry, there is hope.
True hope, lasting hope has as its foundation, love. When the glitter and glitz of Christmas fades, when the turmoil in your heart seems too much to bear, remember these words of the prophet. No matter what struggle you find yourself in, God’s love for you is new every morning. Read that again. Every. Single. Morning.
You may have the dust from yesterday’s worries still on your shoes, but not God. Today is a new day. Today is a new day of love. Today is a day when you can remember there is hope. And if things are hard today? Tomorrow is another new day of hope because his love endures forever.
O Israel, hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is unfailing love. His redemption overflows. Psalms 130:7
It’s Christmas! For us as parents and grandparents it’s a ‘most wonderful time of the year.’ We look forward to seeing our children. We look forward to visits and hugs from the grandchildren. We anticipate the joy of the opening of brightly colored, wrapped packages.
But for many of us there is dark side to the picture, especially in our current economic situation. While we want to give our loved ones everything their hearts desire, there are limits to our ability to give.
I remember a couple of years growing up when my dad, a pastor at the time, would go to the Christmas tree stand on Christmas Eve to get our tree because they were either free or at a greatly reduced cost. He did the best he could with the limitations he had as an underpaid pastor with a family of five boys to feed and get gifts for.
Limits are hard. That’s why we dream of winning the lottery. Wouldn’t it be nice to be unlimited in what we could buy or do?
Human hope is limited. Not Godly hope. Human hope is dependent on the ability of others or ourselves to meet our dreams. Not Godly hope.
When we put our hope on the creator/sustainer of the universe the sky is the limit. It just keeps going. Need peace. He’s got more than you can imagine. Need forgiveness? You’ll never be able to use it up. Need some love? His love is higher that the highest mountain and deeper than the deepest sea.
This Christmas season, put your hope in the one who has unlimited resources available to you through Jesus and the Holy Spirit.
You are my refuge and my shield; your word is my source of hope. Psalms 119:114
Do you have trouble throwing away those ‘love letters’ from long ago? Perhaps a card, or a note scribbled on paper from someone you love. Perhaps you even take them out from time to time when you are feeling hopeless because they remind you that even though life around you seems to be falling apart, you have this one gentle reminder that life will be okay, that the things that are troubling you are a blip on the screen of life.
Some look at the Bible as a confusing book that’s hard to understand. I look at it as a love letter. A friend of mine told me of a time her husband was deployed overseas. She was home with the kids. This was before internet and instantaneous, global communication.
When a letter arrived from her husband, the world stopped. She would sit and read it carefully. It was almost as if he were there. It was a reminder of hope. It was a reminder that this struggle was temporary. It was a reminder that she was making it and soon he would rejoin them.
The Psalmist paints that kind of picture of God’s word. Oh, the Bible is full of deep theological truths to be sure, but the overriding theme is a love story of a God who earnestly wants you to enjoy his company. Immanuel, God with us.
Some day, he’ll return in physical presence. Until then we have a love letter of hope. May His Word fill you with hope this Advent season and beyond.
Mike Fisk & Built with Grace 