Yesterday I finished up some last minute Christmas shopping. Going through the store, I realized that not one person I saw looked happy. Everyone was stressed, tired, hurried, or arguing with the person they were with.
Today, in finding some classic Christmas music for my kids, I found this, from 1940:
It was the first time that the King’s College Choir Christmas programme was filmed, broadcasted by the BBC. The difference between the two scenarios struck me: families in a shelter during a Christmas bombing on London, serving drinks, tucking in children, decorating a tree, pausing “to worship” Christ with Nazis flying overhead, and only seventy-one years later, comfortable, over-fed Americans are miserable safely shopping. Seventy-one years ago, the BBC could talk about worshiping Christ on a public broad cast, and two generations later, they promote godlessness.
There’s not much I can do about the nation’s attitude this December, but I can work and pray that seventy-one years from now, the children’s children in my family and church will still be worshiping the Prince of Peace, whether they are shopping for gifts or sleeping with their children in a concrete bunker during a war. “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)