Most of us have been deeply moved by Friday’s massacre. Countless tears have been shed in this country since the moment we heard. So many moms struggled to wait until the end of the school day to retrieve their kids that day. I was one of them. Days like Friday make me want to just sit and hold my daughter. And hug her and play with her and hear her beautiful, infectious laughter. And I grieve with the moms who can’t do that anymore.
Since Friday, I find myself crying a lot. Too many of these things have happened. Colorado movie theatre, Wisconsin temple, Connecticut school. And so many more.
But Christmas is coming.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices.
The world is weary. WE are weary. Weary of struggle and grief and pain and brokenness. BUT, this is not where the story ends.
We have a Thrill of Hope.
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
And we are on our knees asking for it. The new and glorious morn where
…in His name all oppression shall cease.
We have a choice. We have the hope and our world has people who desperately need it. We have the choice to praise Him through the storms and reach out to those who don’t yet feel the thrill of hope.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
I am so glad Christmas is coming. I am so glad Christ came. So we can have the thrill of hope.