In the wake of Sandy Hook two years ago, I preached this sermon on the Feast of Holy Innocents. In reading it this year, I can’t help but think of Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Rafael Ramos, Wenjian Liu, and all those who have been murdered this year because of fear, hatred, and power.
On Monday, we gathered in this very room with our families and with dressy clothes and candles and a great glorious noise to celebrate the coming of God to dwell among us as a human. This is the miracle of our faith. Here we are, four days later, still in the midst of the Christmas season—you can see the flowers and the festive hangings—remembering the slaughter of infants in Bethlehem for the sake of Jesus Christ. We also remember tonight all innocent children who have been killed throughout time, especially those babes at Sandy Hook Elementary School. In this world, there is grief in the midst of rejoicing. Our God is not afraid of our grief, nor does he shrink from our questioning and doubt.
In grief and fear, we have choices about how to respond in our questioning. As we wonder about power and love and God, we can…
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