The world feels especially loud and chaotic today. A myriad of irritants press heavy on my heart: fifty-three year old men who have nothing better to do than stand on corners with their friends and aggressively Good Morning me; women who jay-run on smooth pavement in the rain; the Francesca’s on Bancroft that changes its window display and hours of operation every three days; troubled and strung out image bearers of God loose and unpredictable like trolls under a bridge, but on the street. There are days every winter that feel like creepy bad dreams.
And then there are politics and wars over seas; refugees in tears reposted on Instagram.
But Chaos is what Christmas is for.
Sing to the Lord; praise His name. Each day proclaim the good news that He saves. [Ps 96:2]
He saves. Happy Thursday,