Events that hardly faze us the rest of the year seem tragic and out of place as we approach Christmas. The message of the angels is mocked by angry shouts and endless violence. Every Christmas I remind myself that the world into which Jesus was born was not draped with pine boughs and soft glowing lights. Families were gathering to sign the tax rolls of a tyrannical Roman government, not to sing carols and exchange gifts. The offer still stands.
People everywhere can have peace on earth if they'll look for it in Jesus.