December 1863, during the height of the Civil War, poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow received news that his son had been wounded in the Battle of New Hope Church. Longfellow had struggled much of his life with depression, and having had lost his wife only two years before, the news of his son’s wounds was difficult for him to bear.
On the morning of Christmas, as Longfellow sat down at his desk, the bells of a nearby church began to chime. Longfellow listened, and as he thought about their significance, he wrote these words…
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.
And 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.
This poem was put to music and has been sung by just about everybody. It was Johnny Cash’s favorite song. Here’s a video of him singing it on a Billy Graham special.
When the angel announced to Mary that she would give birth to the Son of God, he didn’t conclude with the words, “Therefore, we’ll put you in a mansion with a team of servants at your beck and call.” One could argue that she deserved it, but that’s not the life God calls us to. He calls us to a life with a price tag. A life of sacrifice.
Here’s another great Connie Mack quote:
Connie Mack will always be remembered as one of the greatest personalities in baseball. After coaching the Philadelphia A’s for 50 years, he retired in 1950 at the age of 87 as the winningest manager in history.
On December 9, 1914, fire swept through the factories owned by Thomas Edison in West Orange, New Jersey. The damage totaled millions of dollars. Practically everything of Edison’s was destroyed, including journals and records of works in progress.
Sometimes Lucado says it better than anyone else can. I picked up a copy of Cure for the Common Life earlier this week. I haven’t yet read it, though it’s been on the list for a long time. On this day I just intended to skim for a few minutes.
There’s a Dennis the Menace cartoon in which Dennis and his friend Joey are walking away from the Wilson’s house with their hands full of cookies. Joey asks, “I wonder what we did to deserve this?” Dennis tells his friend, “Joey, Mrs. Wilson gives us cookies not because we’re nice, but because she’s nice.”
