It’s the first Sunday of the season of anticipation that the Church calls “Advent”…which simply means ‘coming’. We reenact the longing that Israel felt waiting for its promised Messiah, by counting down to our celebration of Christ’s birth.
But for Christians, Advent is never just about a reenactment or a birthday party for someone born 2,000 years ago. It’s also our own true longing for our Savior’s SECOND coming, which will restore all things to their rightful place of subordination under the rule of Almighty God.
Finally, justice and mercy will flower, death will be swallowed up in life, and every knee will bow before the King, proclaiming, “Jesus Christ is Lord!” to the glory of God the Father (see Philippians 2:9-11).
Meanwhile, we wait here in a dark world, and we light our candles of hope anew each December.
Here’s a poem which echoes many of the themes this blog has been playing for the past several months. Thanks to Bob Myers over at his excellent blog, ‘Thots on Life and Worship’, for introducing this poem (and this poet) to me.