In these darkest days of the year, we are surrounded by clouds of evil and forces of hatred.
Aleppo. Darfur. Mosul.
Zealots abound, both at home and abroad.
When those zealots strike at someplace I’ve actually walked, where I have dined and drank, suddenly the hatred seems all the closer.
The site of last evening’s attack in Berlin is one that I know, and in fact a place I visited on several occasion while staying in Berlin last year.
And again, as I’ve written before in these pages, this prayer is on my mind:
E’en so, Lord Jesus, quickly come. We need no light, nor lamp, nor sun, for Christ shall be our all.
For some context, read this column from today’s paper: