We live in the midst of two narratives. The first, a narrative of hate that history of retold over and over. The second, a narrative of hope that was unleashed in full force that very first Christmas. This is the season of the second narrative- the one where we celebrate hope that entered in the midst of hate- wars, slavery, and a king who then went out and killed every baby boy as Jesus own family fled for two years. Our world is still living out its own narrative of hate-- but at the threshold of this Christmas season, we cannot forget how merry and bright that narrative of hope we have been woven into really is.
Your kingdom come quickly" we pray. And yet, in our minds- "Your kingdom" - only means what we want it to mean: goodness and joy in our own safety. And yet Jesus came and exposed himself to the leper and the enemies of His people. As C.S. Lewis described Aslan- "Safe? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe- but he is good". So be all means- "Your kingdom come quickly", but be ready for His kingdom to be our greatest challenge when we come face to face in what a divine invitation (to all people) really looks like.
We live in the midst of two narratives, in a dangerous world. And we are not promised safety and comfort in the lives we live. But we are promised redemption and protection and we are told not to worry or be anxious. So let our narrative be the one where we believe in the baby, who actually came, to save our world- who wasn't plan b, who was always going to come and would inspire even some of the most hate filled people to turn to a narrative of love.
There is a narrative of hate being lived out: it's not new. But either is the narrative that brings hope and deliverance and redemption. And it's not going anywhere either.