Earlier today, my oldest daughter and I were at a local grocery store. Upon checking out (as I referred to the store’s GM), the cashier informed me that he committed suicide over the weekend—a gunshot wound to the head. While driving home, my oldest daughter (15 years old next week) made an astute comment: “Isn’t it ironic how so many people want out of the world, while Christ wanted to come into it?”
Truth be told, I’ve never quite thought of it that way. But she’s right. Amid the hopelessness many people experience during this time of year (resulting in a spike in attempted and committed suicides), ironically Christ came into the world in order to give hope, even amid darkness, loneliness and desperation. Jesus entered into this wasteland we call home to give humanity lasting hope in Him.
Joy to the world, indeed.