I don’t know that I’ve ever really celebrated Advent. Growing up, we had Advent calendars every
year, and believe me, I celebrated that tiny piece of chocolate before school
each morning. (When you’re nine, there
is something about eating chocolate before school that is exhilarating). I don’t know that I processed that the
anticipation I felt was a symbol of the Jews' anticipation for a Messiah, and a
shadow of our anticipation for Christ’s return.
Chocolate never quite made me think of how Jesus would return and make
all things new. I want to do it
differently this year, though.
I want to leap in the presence of the Lord, as John the
Baptist did...
To await the arrival of Jesus with such eagerness
that I physically yearn for him, as
Mary did...
To draw nearer to the Savior as I wander, so I can
present Him with gifts, as the wisemen did.
I want to recognize when my spirit aches for purpose and
passion, that a new job is not the answer.
And believe that the “sufferings of this present time are not worth
comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.” I want to long for Christ’s return rather
than for presents.
Presence. Presents.
And I am frustrated that I don’t feel the feeling I want to
feel. But I’m trying to remember that
even my frustration, my numbness, is evidence of my need for His return. Unfulfilled longing will not remain
unfulfilled. It is just not yet
fulfilled. I cannot stop believing that
Christmas will come just because it hasn’t come yet. It’s only December 7th. Just so, I cannot stop believing that Christ
will come; it’s only December 7th.
He will come. Feelings will be felt. Longings will be fulfilled.
And that is Advent.
That is hope.
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born
Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
-Charles Wesley