Steve Turner once wrote a poem, Christmas is for Children, since its filled with shepherds and angels and a manger. But Easter, he says, is not for children, with it whips and spears and blood. They would be better off, he says to
wait for a re-run of
Christmas without asking
too many questions about
what Jesus did when he grew up
or whether there’s any connection.
We celebrate the innocence of children on Christmas, of course, but very soon Herod slaughtered the innocents of Bethlehem and the reality of evil pervades.
So it is helpful to remember how the story ends. Like this:
Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords. (Revelation 19:11-16 ESV)
And we celebrate that today, too, the sovereignty and authority and majesty of our God. The story has been written. The end is known. The glory of God will appear again and again, and the Baby will be the King.
Every Herod will be swept away, mere footnotes in a story that is larger than us all. And
Of the increase of his government and of peace
there will be no end,
on the throne of David and over his kingdom,
to establish it and to uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
from this time forth and forevermore.
The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this.
(Isaiah 9:7 ESV)
Hallelujah and amen.