It's almost impossible to watch any news broadcast and not see just how terrible the condition of the world we live in these days. I praise and thank God that I know that as bad as things are, God is still in control. His love is greater than all the death and hate we see these days. It's greater than and transgresses all the suffering and all the pain.
No matter how bad things may seem. No matter how much we may be hurting from the depths of our souls, not only does God care and hear but He is there to reach out His hand and bring peace and healing.
This reality and understanding has strengthened and brought peace to so many over the centuries no man could count. An example of this comes to us out of the mid 1800's. An example of one man torn apart by the ravages of life and a pain many face even today.
In the summer of 1861, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s wife, Frances, died tragically in a fire. That first Christmas without her, he wrote in his diary, “How inexpressibly sad are the holidays.” The next year was no better, as he recorded, “ ‘A merry Christmas,’ say the children, but that is no more for me.”
In 1863, as the American Civil War was dragging on, Longfellow’s son joined the army against his father’s wishes and was critically injured. On Christmas Day that year, as church bells announced the arrival of another painful Christmas, Longfellow picked up his pen and began to write, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”
The poem begins pleasantly, lyrically, but then takes a dark turn. The violent imagery of the pivotal fourth verse ill suits a Christmas carol. “Accursed” cannons “thundered,” mocking the message of peace. By the fifth and sixth verses, Longfellow’s desolation is nearly complete. “It was as if an earthquake rent the hearth-stones of a continent,” he wrote. The poet nearly gave up: “And in despair I bowed my head; ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said.”
But then, from the depths of that bleak Christmas day, Longfellow heard the irrepressible sound of hope. And he wrote this seventh stanza.
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!”
The war raged on and so did memories of his personal tragedies, but it could not stop Christmas. The Messiah is born! He promises, “I am making everything new!
153 years later, we can also take comfort in the knowledge that the same God who brought comfort, understanding, peace and forgiveness into Longfellow's life is just as powerful and in control today as He was on that summer day.
A Christian song group the Newsboys have it right in their song "God's Not Dead"
"My God’s not dead
He’s surely alive
He’s living on the inside
Roaring like a lion"
He’s surely alive
He’s living on the inside
Roaring like a lion"
AMEN!
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