Immanuel: God With Us

This was written by a friend of mine’s daughter, Grace, who is a senior in high school. She was born with some physical challenges and sometimes uses the support of a wheelchair, but has a brilliant mind and beautiful spirit.

“There are many things that take December off: school, work, exercise, and diets, just to name a few. But, as I was reminded about an hour ago, sin isn’t one of them. When I first heard about the shootings in Newtown, Connecticut, I thought, “But it’s Christmas.”

Evil is always present, but it seems more hideous when contrasted with “Peace on earth; goodwill toward men.” Immanuel seems like a joke in the face of a massacre like the one today. But tonight, I can’t help thinking about another senseless killing and the Child who survived. A prophecy concerning Him is “He came to bind up the broken-hearted.” Another calls Him “A Man of Sorrows.”

What Newtown needs is not a theological explanation or a call to greater faith; it needs a shoulder to cry on and a Voice to say, “I know. I have scars too.”

Immanuel: God with us. Broken with us. Mourning with us.”