Saturday, December 17, 2005

The bells on
Christmas Day; their
Old familiar carols play. And
Wild and sweet the words repeat
Peace on earth,
Good will to men.
Did you ever wonder why that song says the words are “wild and sweet”? I’ve been thinking about that.
“Sweet” doesn’t give me much problem, but…. “wild”? The words of peace, hope, good will, love—those are wild, sweet thoughts. Maybe they’re like wildflowers, popping up unbidden in the middle of weeds. Maybe they’re like “wild mountain honey,” which you can buy in Ruidoso, New Mexico, the delicately sweet product of bees that feed on wildflowers. Hmmmm.
Those concepts are wonderful, uplifting promises. God uses them to pick us up out of cold, miserable despair and set us on stable ground.

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