Power corrupts. Lord Jesus help us be your instrument of and forth peace. Amen.
Oh little town of Bethlehem how still we see thee lie.
Until the soldiers come with swords and make your mothers cry.
Blood in thy dark streets floweth on this horrible night.
The hopes and dreams of all it seems were crushed in thee tonight.
It is horrible, isn’t it? This is how I “rewrote” the song when I was in junior high. Everybody else was singing out this idyllic song of this peaceful town where sleeps the Savior as angels keep watch and stars shine out. Me? I was a young teenage boy doing what sheltered young teenage boys tend to do. I was reveling in a massacre of blood and death and gore I knew nothing about. That dreadful moment in history has come to be known in Christian lore as “The Slaughter of the Innocents”.
The gnostic writing The Martyrdom of Matthew says that Herod resides in…
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