As the holidays approach you may notice that my posts are growing shorter and shorter! Probably a good thing, as I know everyone is so busy this time of year!
Last week I wrote a post called Double, Double Toil and Trouble: about the terrible civil unrest going on around our country and what I believed was at its root. But, no matter what you believe the cause to be, or which side of the controversial fence you stand upon, I think that we can all share the sentiment that lives have been changed forever, anger and fearful emotions run deep and communal feelings are bruised. Something needs to change and it doesn’t come thru demonstrations, peaceful or otherwise. The change we need in America is heart change. Heart change comes not from DOJ investigations,individual cameras for police officers or civil rights leaders: Heart change can only happen when it originates from Jesus.
Christmas is about the birth of the Messiah and the resultant Joy and Peace on Earth. I hope that in the weeks to come that we will be able take a national deep breath and remember the reason for the season.
You all know that I am something of a history buff. I was going through some papers the other day in a futile effort to organize my office and ran across this from Abraham Lincoln’s first inaugural address: March 4, 1861. If you recall, at that time our nation was absolutely polarized over slavery and state’s rights issues and the election of Lincoln was the final straw for the South. This address is as current today as it was in 1861, in it Lincoln was doing his level best to appeal to our common history, our common sense, and patience and the prevailing of cooler heads.
Had people listened to him, our nation would have been spared a terrible toll in treasure, precious lives and decades upon decades of universal bitterness. The final paragraph of this wise address reads:
We must not be enemies! Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.