I have been really depressed by the news of late: the attack on Paris, the shooting in San Bernardino, the refugee crisis, Islamophobia… and on and on ad nauseam.
The homily at Mass yesterday, therefore, gave me great comfort as the preacher reminded me that Jesus was born into a time of great darkness. Israel was reduced to being a very minor outpost of the Roman Empire and yet it was precisely in that time and place that the Light of the World was born. Jesus will come to us, too, in our sadness, confusion, and messiness.
I can hardly wait for the Prince of Peace this year.