The Weary World Rejoices

I’m weary. Paris seems weary. The families of the men in those now famous orange jumpsuits must be weary. How does a weary world ravaged by sin rejoice when this season of white turns blood red and gets darker every year? But it was into that darkness that God, in His mercy, birthed Light. Into lowly, desperate, scandalous conditions came Jesus.

Perfect. Holy. Prophesied.

It was revealed through the law and the prophets that Immanuel would enter our darkness bringing new mercies of God. Under a blanket of stars, cradled in straw, Mercy cried His first breath. God ripped open the heavens and a choir of angels proclaimed, “Rejoice!”

Rejoice! Our Saviour has entered our weary world, lived a perfect life, died a substitutionary death, and rose to life—forever beating death and darkness. Rejoice! He came for you, came to enter your lowly, desperate, and scandalous life offering the gift of regeneration to those who believe. Rejoice! Your Saviour is coming again to right every wrong and wipe every tear.

Rejoice!

Only His redeeming love makes joy in a weary world possible.

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, it is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining,‘til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

 *John Sullivan Dwight’s version of “O Holy Night”, music composed by Adolphe Adam and lyrics by poet, Placide Cappeau, in 1847.

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