“Hopes placed in mortals die with them; all the promise of their power comes to nothing.” Proverbs 11:7
While watching George W. Bush’s touching eulogy of his father last week, I was struck by the visual of all the former U.S. Presidents sitting in the front row. At the risk of sounding trite, these “former” leaders look aged, tired, and a shadow of their former selves. While they all worked tirelessly during their time to lead the country towards a better future, that time simply came and went. And like the man they were there to pay respect to, their final hour is approaching.
So is ours.
Merry Christmas?
Merry Christmas!
Since the dawn of time, mankind has been putting its hope in man to usher in the change our hearts long for. Deep down, we know something is not right.
Peace on earth? Not when someone cowardly goes into a public place and guns down innocent bystanders, an occurrence that repeats itself too frequently anymore.
Peace on earth? Sex abuse. Poverty. Anti-Semitism. People being divided into sub-groups: pro this, anti that. The list goes on at nauseum.
Divided we stand.
“Hopes placed in mortals die with them.”
Two thousand years ago a little baby boy was born in a manger. Three decades later, he would die a violent, brutal, and unfair death.
But the grave could not contain him. And the God made man changed everything.
Deep within us all, a flame of hope still burns.
Because of Jesus, the only real hope, we know that one day things will be made right.
And peace on earth will become reality.
Forever.