Evil men rage madly. Tyrants and rogue nations taunt the civilized world. Societies are unhinged by lust and addiction. Because of villains, the candle of peace, joy, and hope flickers in the wind.
Villains come in all shapes in sizes. They may hurl test missiles to taunt the nations. They may hire terrorists to destabilize the world. They may run factories to kill the unborn. They may profit from drug addiction. They may run a social media lie machine. They may poison young minds in university lecture halls. They may be the grasping, soulless politicians who will do anything to stay in power.
And they assume nothing can stop them. They believe they shape the world. Psalm 73: 6-9 says, “therefore pride serves as their necklace; Violence covers them like a garment. Their eyes bulge with abundance; They have more than heart could wish. They scoff and speak wickedly concerning oppression; They speak loftily. They set their mouth against the heavens, And their tongue walks through the earth.”
Arrogance is the hallmark of evil. Believing you are in control is the quintessential delusion of oppressors. How, oh man, can you believe you decide the outcome?
The boasts and actions of today’s evildoers are strangely familiar. They remind me of that day the Wise Men arrived in Jerusalem. The entire city was in an uproar—without invitation and warning—heads of state, kings, and potentates arrive, with a bustling entourage, and treasure. What could this mean?
Satan had taken every precaution to prevent the Christ catastrophe. This baby will not be born. This light will never shine in darkness. Yet, all the hordes of hell, and their earthly minions could not stop the arrival—the desire of ages had come. A baby imposed its will on the whole disapproving world.
Herod oozes with hate. He fakes homage to the new born king. He asks the Magi to come back with the location of the child, “that I may come and worship him also.”
Angels intervene, and the Wise Men escape. Still, Herod orders the massacre of all baby boys in Bethlehem.
What kind of insanity makes you believe you can kill God incarnate? And how deep a hate is this, that the angel must tell Joseph “Herod will never recover from this—you must not return until he is dead.” What madness!
It’s the madness of today. It’s the madness of the United Nations—who do not even understand why they hate Israel. It’s the insanity of those who want to erase the teachings and values of Christ—as if they were a disease. It’s the petty, insufferable thinking that turned Merry Christmas into a hate crime. It’s all the same witch’s brew that brought us the destruction of marriage, free speech, and faith.
How did Herod’s story end? A fitting end: He died during a lunar eclipse. God switched off Herod’s night light shortly after the birth of Christ.
The Psalmist who despaired that evil men would win saw the truth at last: “When I thought how to understand this, It was too painful for me—Until I went into the sanctuary of God; then I understood their end. Surely You set them in slippery places; You cast them down to destruction. Oh, how they are brought to desolation, as in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.” Psalm 73:16-19
But, stars, and angels are not the only miracles of Christmas. Classic Christmas Carols are also miracles. How else can we explain such enduring, and beautiful songs? Profound truth, and unequaled poetry lives in them. We sing them so often their miraculous eloquence flies right past us. Take for example these words from Joy to the World: “He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove, The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love.”
Let every evil doer who exalts themselves against God take heed. He makes the nations prove! He will make you, evil man, prove His Glory. Not only when every knee will bow. Long before then. Every plan will backfire. Every wicked plot will be confiscated, reworked, and morph into something that advances God’s plan.
Beware God hater. The Lord of Lords is mounting a response to the madness of the world. Your schemes will fail fantastically.
Rejoice beloved child of God. Something big is coming. Prepare for impossible breakthroughs.
If you battle despair take heart: He makes the nations prove. If darkness has weighed you down with care, let Christmas—the real Christmas—do its mighty work in your soul.
This is not just the birthday of Jesus, it is the yearly reminder that evil cannot win.
I leave you with the words of another Carol, I heard the bells of Christmas day:
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 goodwill to men
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep God is not dead, nor does He sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth goodwill to men