It’s true. I typically start listening to Christmas music in October. I start thinking about putting up a tree in early November. I can’t help it. This time of the year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, with gratitude, great food, a sense of anticipation, deer hunting, gift wrapping, and snow (yes, SNOW) it is my favorite time of the year.
This year, at least for now, I have a heavy heart. I’m writing this on the eve of Thanksgiving Day. The past two nights have openly displayed the raw depravity of man’s heart. How? Ferguson.
Listen, we in America are conditioned to accept rioting and looting on Thanksgiving weekend. It’s called “Black Friday.” You know, that day when people are lured into stores so they can trample anyone and everyone in order to get the stuff you want. (Sorry, I meant to say, “take care of their Christmas list.”)
My heart is heavy watching buildings burn.
My heart is heavy listening to the “race” narrative.
My heart is heavy feeling the simple reality of sin unleashed as it destroys all in its path. (Ferguson or Friday)
In the background Christmas music is playing… “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.”
This world is a mess. We human beings are a mess. Why? Because of our sin (Romans 3:23; 5:12). If we don’t understand that, then we will not understand this: “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2:10-11
Pastor Clegguart Mitchell 