Almost everywhere you look on social media you see a hashtag pleading for help to save humanity. Innocent people are being slaughtered. It is difficult to see and hear and read. The words we hear must make us realise how unbearable the experience is.
With no time to lose, they quickly bundled up what belongings they could, wrapped the baby and fled. They became refugees. Travelling mostly by foot, across the broken uneven land, on what was a hard journey, a frightening and exhausting journey, which must have seemed never ending. Many, many families lost loved ones in those days, especially their babies who were slaughtered.
Herod was outraged when he realised that the Wise Men had left without telling him where the child was. He was determined to hold onto power no matter the cost, so he ordered his soldiers into the town to kill every baby two years and younger. Grief filled every corner of the place.
Is the episode above from yesterday, today or right now? Why are people so unjust, and wicked? Why do these atrocities continue to occur century after century?
At this time of year, when we await and expect something new, when we sing about peace and goodwill, we also cry #savehumanity, #Immanuel . We wait on the Lord, and we are becoming impatient. Come Lord.
I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, And in His word I do hope. My soul waits for the Lord More than those who watch for the morning—Yes, more than those who watch for the morning. —Psalm 130: 5–6 (NKJV)
Revd. Mark Robinson