"Fran, this violent age is a prelude to something better."
|Jud's Chrismas tree|
"It's temporary?" I'm incredulous but I stay calm. I want to hear my brother.
"The planet is mucking around in the wrong values, but this has to change. The vast majority of people on planet Earth do not want this way of life. They are grieving, so many in poverty, in war zones, in desperate straits, homeless, so many longing for peace. Yet, the world’s leaders, Jihadists and Crusaders, macho thinkers of one sort or another, do not see this reality. They only see the planet, our Common Home as Pope Francis calls it, as a terrain of brutal competition and war games. They do not see or seek the truth.”
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold!
'Peace on the earth, good will to men,'
From heaven's all gracious King!
The world in silent stillness lay
To hear the angels sing....
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the Age of Gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling.
And all the world give back the song,
Which now the angels sing.
As some sadness crept over me, I looked out the windows onto Main Street Sylvania and watched the holiday lights fill the growing darkness. "Silent night, holy night," I heard the angels sing.