A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new glorious morn

It created a shudder through the galaxy — a breaking story that rocked all worlds. It rippled through the stars and slapped against the edges of the universe. It was The Event time was waiting for. Hush. It’s about to crack the sky and spill out onto a Palestinian hillside, only to seem wasted on a handful of shepherds; the only ones invited to the party. We wouldn’t have even known if they hadn’t told us. But who can trust the words of a few lowly sheep herders? God could have orchestrated anything, and He chose to do this. He’s always been somewhat secretive. It’s His style.

It’s His style to be secretive and invite us to seek. This time, however, HE HAD TO TELL SOMEBODY! Something gloriously impossible busted in on this weary world and boy, do we need it.

We desperately want some good news. It is truly a weary world leaning on its axis — seeming like it could fall and not get up.

That’s why hope is so thrilling. It’s unprecedented; unexplainable. There is no logical explanation for it. Why did God let things get so bad? I can’t answer that, but I can say that, for whatever reason He did, He broke in on it with something good. And that one event brought a hope nothing can conquer.

Merry Christmas from the Catch