The Rabbit Room

I am a fan of Andrew Peterson. I just subscribed to his podcast, "The Rabbit Room," and listened to the first episode. He is reading a blog post that tells how "The Rabbit Room" came to be and why it is called such. As he was reading, the following stopped me as I was folding clothes and I had to go look up the actual post to read it for myself.

"History swept me up when I walked beneath the portcullis of the Tower of London, when I took communion in Westminster Abbey among the tombs of long-dead kings. The blood and body of Christ, shed for you, peasants and kings, pagans and priests. The feast at the table is good and gives life, and is your only hope for meaning and peace and rest from the baying of the hounds at your heels, because Death and Sin and Hatred pursue you and would swallow you up if not for the strong voice of Jesus saying “Peace. Be still.” And at his word the dogs snap back into the darkness with a yelp as if reaching the limit of their chains. History belittles us. Its story is one of conquest and murder and vast darkness, and the noblest of men ends up as dead as the thief. I realized as I walked through the hall of kings in the Abbey that my time here is brief and my earthly crowns are worthless as chaff; the words of my epitaph will ring hollow lest they point to the fullness of Christ."

We are just days away from the Advent season. I was reminded recently that as we celebrate, we aren't merely celebrating the birth of our Savior, but that He was born to die for us, and He promises to return to take His people home one day. I hope you are encouraged as you read this.

You can read the whole post by going here then clicking on "About the Rabbit Room." You can also listen to it on itunes.