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Tuesday, December 31, 2024
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Tuesday, December 24, 2024
The Bells Still Ring
On Friday, December 25, 1863, Longfellow—as a 57-year-old
widowed father of six children, the oldest of which had been nearly paralyzed
as his country fought a war against itself, wrote a poem seeking to capture the
dissonance in his own heart and the world he observes around him that Christmas
Day.
He heard the Christmas bells ringing in Cambridge and the
singing of “peace on earth, good-will to men” and was deeply inspired by
the Christmas season. Despite his personal tragedies, Longfellow remained
resilient and found solace in his faith. In “I Heard the Bells on Christmas
Day,” Longfellow expresses his desire for peace and reconciliation and his
belief that one day, all will be made right in the world.
“I heard the bells
on Christmas Day, Their old, familiar carols play
And wild and sweet, The words repeat, Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
“I thought how, as
the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song, Of peace on earth, good will to men.
“And in despair I
bowed my head: “There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song, Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
“Then pealed the
bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to
men.”
“Till, ringing
singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men!”
Maybe I’ll hear bells ringing this Christmas season. Our God
is not dead. He’s alive. He cares. He will ring those bells until Jesus comes
again. For those who know Him He gives peace in our hearts. Listen for the
bells and thank God for a reason to believe.
By His Grace . . .
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
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