Building Bridges.....

6 a.m A wet and very dark morning in the middle of December. A young man drives his car, perhaps to fast. He might be a bit late for work. He drives on the rather badly lit road. Suddenly from nowhere a person shows up. To late. The impact on the car must be enormous. The windscreen is crushed. I can only imagine the panic the driver must feel. 6 a.m, A young woman, a colleague is stepping of the bus. heading for work. She wears dark clothes as very popular these days. She crosses the road. The car that she probably sees, seems not to stop to let her cross over, the car she think will stop for her might not see her.The car she sees might drive to fast. The impact is hard, it is brutal. Almost immediately her life is lost. A mother, sister, brother loses a child, sibling .Lots of people lost a dear friend. A death so tragical effecting so many people, easily could be avoided by reflectors, low speed, bright street lamps or speed bumps. It must feel hard for the closest to her

I love to listen to Christmas music. I have my favourites and I bet you have that as well. When we listen to the lyrics at one of the Christmas songs we can hear this: Silent night, Holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin, mother and child Holy infant, tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. First, Mary was in labour, there were blod and amniotic fluid everywere. Mary was pretty young, perhaps as young as 12-13 years old. No experience. Mary and Josef was not in a sterile hospital with a number of nurses around. King Herod was ruling the country at this time and he let his brutal soldiers killed every little boy child up to two years old they could find. The soldiers big needle-sharp swords chop the little baby's to pieces. It was a horrible time and it was in the midst of this God became flesh. It was not Silent, it was not in peace