Over the past two years, our world has been under a terrible siege. Gripped by what seems to be the constantly changing face of Covid mixed with the incomprehensible lawlessness that is running amuck everywhere, the calm we used to know feels as if it is slipping through helpless fingers. Our hearts, being numbed by the loss of normal, cries out for what once was.
Two thousand years ago the landscape of what was happening when the angels heralded the birth of Jesus was not much different. The Jewish people, living under the ruthless rule of the Romans while trying to survive the stranglehold of their own self-loving Pharisees, had started to feel the same way.
