This is the third Sunday in Advent. It’s all about the peace of God. We could use a little peace. The world is all upside down messed up with wars, mass murder, and mayhem. I’m so removed from what’s happening back home, it’s weird. I get most of my news from Facebook. I’m so sad over the tragic shooting in Connecticut. I can’t even imagine how all those moms and dads will recover from such a terrible loss? I’ve had the old carol “I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day” running through my mind for weeks. The words are haunting and speak so clearly how things are right now. They seem to be timeless. I just learned they were written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow as a poem. He wrote the poem in 1863 after losing his wife to stray gunfire during the Civil War. His son was severely wounded in combat. But he held onto God.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

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.”

Let’s pray for peace this Christmas!

His… Michelle
Philippians 1:20