It certainly sounds more realistic for people in darkness to dream of God’s day of vengeance, finding satisfaction in the hope that at the Last Judgment all the godless enemies who oppress us here will be cast into hellfire.
But what kind of blessedness is it that luxuriates in revenge and needs the groans of the damned as background to its own joy?
To us a child is born, not an embittered old man.

Jürgen Moltmann, The Power of the Powerless

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Okay, it’s not one, not two, but three lines that I’m using for One-Liner Wednesday. I read these words this morning and they spoke to me.

My faith is a struggle these days, what with all that’s going on with our government and the focus on retribution, and the callousness towards humt

Still, I read every morning, trying to start my day off with the right mindset.

To us a child is born. To us a child is born. To us a child is born.

God didn’t come in wrath, seeing to punish. He came as a helpless baby.