If you don't know this about me, I'm agnostic bordering on atheist, but my grandfather was a Methodist minister. He grappled with ethics and lessons of good and evil both in his role as a religious leader as well as in his job at BU as a professor who taught society and ethics. A few years ago, near the start of the ongoing pandemic, I shared the essence of one of the articles that he would read to my family throughout my childhood and someone in my family has read at the annual gathering each year since his passing. I'd like to share the other and how I have long questioned the wisdom but how I now firmly don't believe it and why.
The article is from WWII and is about the author having recently read something about a conqueror sweeping through Europe. The author was surprised to find that the conqueror was not the current threat but instead Napoleon. He then goes on to explain that the "sign onto you" that God sends the shephards is not something fantastical but something every-day: a babe born in a manger, the most mundane of mundane occurences. He continues but the general idea of the rest is that as long as there are babies being born, it's a sign from God that He still believes in us and that there is always hope.
For example, climate change has been a pressing concern for several decades now. I was well aware of what was coming back in the 1980's already as a young kid. But if we assume the sea levels can't possible rise substantially, that our coastlines and weather patterns are relatively static, then we won't do things to try to avoid that future AND won't do anything to protect ourselves. The longer we are blind to the situation we are in, the harder it will be to do anything meaninful.
So, it is a lovely sentiment that as long as there are babes, there is hope and there is evidence of God's love, but that line of thinking is somewhat folly. It can easily land you in complacency and the belief that "this crisis shall end and we will inevitably be fine." which is simply not the case.