Even at Christmas there can be melancholy.
This day is the darkest. The sun comes up late and leaves early.
I forget the world ended as I know it, stable side when the Ancient of Days broke into the now.
I am only seeing the spilled milk, the muttering over lost keys and the lamenting of harsh words.
Shepherding the details of life can keep the eyes looking down, groping in the dark to get it all done.
The people who walk in darkness will see a great light, those who live in a dark land, the light will shine on them.
Oh, to remember that the Father of Lights, the giver of every perfect gift, has no shifting shadow.
Oh, to remember that when Majestic broke into the grime He ended it; He ended the grip of the enemy of our souls. The world as we know it is lived out through the light of Jesus’ saving power.
He brings the world to its knees first with shepherds, then kings.