This is no time for a child to be born,
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honor & truth were trampled to scorn—
Yet here did the Savior make His home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn—
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
The news that Hamas terrorists killed helpless Israeli babies in their homes is heart-rending and I cannot comprehend the barbarity, the inhumanity. Now I mourn what is happening to infants and young children in Gaza where there is no place to run and hide from Israeli bombs. What did any of these children do which would warrant their deaths? Even those who have survived have been subjected to traumatizing moments from which they may never recover.
Somehow we need to understand that every birth is a miracle, the ordinary extraordinary. I can't believe that God's love differentiates between Israeli and Gazan children.
This tweet from a physician working for the United Nations is stark:
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