Wilmington Morning Star (December 25, 1943)
Editorial: Christmas
Christmas, 1943, finds us deafened by the roar of cannon, the zoom of warplanes, the cries of thousands – victims of man’s inhumanity to man.
Someday the war will end; when is known only to God. But it is true; when it does cease, we will have to reappraise human values.
We will have seen and survived the assault on civilization, and material possessions in many lands swept away by the forces of evil.
What will remain are the imperishables – things of the spirit.
We will need these things as never before.
Chief among them are faith, courage, hope.
We will need them to bind up the wounds, repair the ravages of war.
We will need them to replace with love the hatreds bred of war.
We will need them to make us realize the essential oneness of humanity.
Unless we have them, we will fail the generations to come.
These things of the spirit are not to be purchased in the marts of trade. Money cannot buy them. Yet a price must be paid.
That price consists of kneeling at the crib side of an infant. It involves the abandonment of pride – the discovery of the virtue of humility and discerning the emptiness of human values, the nothingness of human plaudits.
The powerful and the great will be making merry at the fashionable inn. The humble and contrite of spirit will be at the stable. Those at the inn will be in the company of Herod, showering him with flattery to win his favor. Those in the stable will be in company with lowly shepherds, paying homage to an infant – too busy to court the patronage of Caesar – and with wise men guided by a star, not to the inn but to a manger.
Caesar and Herod are no more. The splendor they created is gone. Their thrones art overthrown. The inn is in ruins.
The infant in the manger – the Prince of Peace – still rules. The faith, the courage, the hope he brought will triumph even in this period of global combat, if we cultivate the things of the spirit.