For unto us a Child is born . . .
. . . to us a son is given; and the government will be upon his shoulder, and his name will be called “Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”
Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end, upon the throne of David, and over his kingdom, to establish it, and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and for evermore.
The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this. (Isaiah 9:6-8)
How late this newsletter is coming to you this Christmas!
Alas, to much of the world, Christmas is now long over. The thrill of the season, the anticipation of uniting with friends and family, of gift giving, of home-cooked Christmas traditions, decorations, music – the bells, lights and glee of the season – is, for many, a season past. I remember as a young Jewish woman in New York being enthralled by the beauty of the season, the Salvation Army bells, the hot pretzel and chestnut stands, the lights, the glimmer, the sense that there was purpose on earth for mankind. Certainly it wasn’t my holiday, but something was in the air, something magical it seemed, something that contained an answer to the misery and the mystery of life.
But what was it? How could the human heart ever be filled with what was simply passing on earth?