I am worried about the refugees. They are dying in the European seas and people think it is so weird to celebrate Christmas and to think of them. My conscience leads me to question this. How can we celebrate Christmas, the festival of the Saviour, without thinking of those who are dying to be heard?
While we celebrate with our family and friends, there are ships full of desperate people crossing into a Europe rife with spiritual disease. We cannot maintain the situation. The images haunting my mind are of those who are crying, drowning and dying amidst the festive experience.
I give thanks and praises for all I have, and all that awaits.