We are celebrating Christimas
in a fool’s paradise
that will soon disappear.
As we eat and drink in comfort;
darkness is looking over our shoulders.
Trouble and crisis are galloping toward us,
but we are so absorbed in our celebration and comfort
that we cannot hear the clatter of approaching hoofbeats.
If we were to look out the window of our prosperity,
we would be so shocked at what is coming,
that we would leave the table
and start gathering a few essentials
to prepare for the coming storm.
Wake up church!
Darkness is coming
and you are asleep in your comfort.
The times are urgent
but you are relaxing in pleasure.