In the last verse of the last chapter in the last book of the Old Testament, these words are spoken of the Messiah:
Where there was despair, there would be hope…Where there was brokenness, there would be healing…Where there was sadness, there would be joy…Where there was bondage, there would freedom…How high would be the hope? How deep the healing? How long the joy? How wide the freedom?
For every father consumed with his own prosperity that he never noticed the slow turning of his daughter’s heart away from him, for every mother so committed to her own glory that she never tended to her own son’s need to know he was lovable, or for every child who fled for the illusion of freedom in a land of strangers, there would be healing.
The effects of the Fall are deep and ruinous. Our idols deceive us, betray us, and leave us with all forms of relational wreckage. Oh, that someone would break these chains! Oh, that some champion would release us from our fetters and bonds!
Christmas signals the coming of the One who has done these very things. He is the Word of Life, the Dayspring, the Horn of Salvation, the Prince of Peace. And that’s good news. Merry Christmas!
