Yuletide Reflections

Here in the yuletide season, today’s peace on earth and good will… lay hidden somewhere in the attic of bygone days: wrapped in cobwebs of time. Once considered obsolete— hopefully benign— malignant war has become the trend today; Our war sick world, drunk on inebriating negative wisdom, has evolved into an oxy- moronic society—hailing war as a negative good. Indeed the winter season of peace on earth… has become a warring sales season rather than the season of giving peace. The red, white and green arrays no longer signal joyous of times but have become grievous reminders of the bombings of peaceful children whose blood coagulates in war’s putrid flotsam. Pregnant mothers in silence of death beseech forgiveness— aborting babes; wretched deaths of brutal conflict: In psalms of grief mercy contemplates the choices. Despite it all, as we struggle in faith let us be ever mindful that above us is the attic of God— where warmly wrapped in swaddling love, abides audacious hope: the creative good will towards all echoing on the horizon— Come, let us welcome the new dawning bringing the vitality of God’s abiding peace— moving us forever forward to the day when evil war weapons shall be mould into plowshares and pruning hooks of grace. The dream lives; the vision is; the reality comes.