The world feels especially loud and chaotic today. A myriad of irritants press heavy on my heart: fifty-three year old men who have nothing better to do than stand on corners with their friends and aggressively Good Morning me; women who jay-run on smooth pavement in the rain; the Francesca’s on Bancroft that changes its window display and hours of operation every three days; troubled and strung out image bearers of God loose and unpredictable like trolls under a bridge, but on the street. There are days every winter that feel like creepy bad dreams. 

And then there are politics and wars over seas; refugees in tears reposted on Instagram.

But Chaos is what Christmas is for. 

Sing to the Lord; praise His name. Each day proclaim the good news that He saves. [Ps 96:2]

He saves. Happy Thursday,

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