Christmas Tidings

Walking down the hallway, I notice a poster for the Christmas Eve service hanging on the bulletin board. It is a simple graphic in black, gray, white, and gold: a gray hillside; a silhouetted manger with a mother, a father, and a baby in black; a shining gold star. And a simple text: All is well.

All is well.

I was arrested, stopped in my tracks, instantly gripped by the message of those three simple words. I considered now the image, mesmerized by the beauty as I remembered once again the simple story, the humble birth. And the great good news: All is well.

All is well. Though this world suffers political strife and economic disaster, though blows of hatred and sin send us reeling, earth and humanity's desperate need was seen, our cries were heard. God's help was extended, His touch felt; a Savior was sent. We need not be troubled. All is well.

All is well. Though my soul languishes in deepest sorrow and grief, though life's storms may rage, He is acquainted with my pain. I am known by Him; He understands and He will carry my personal burdens. I need not fear. The Prince of Peace has come. All is well.

All is well. He has come for you. He has come for me.

I wept. This is not new news to me. But this is needed news. Sorrow, grief. Fear and foreboding. He came, a babe so long ago. A star shone, a mother wept. And all is well.

All is well. Every single thing.

Hear again, hear anew, and receive the gift.

All is well.