The Christmas season is in full swing, even at work I have worked my magic with garland and glitter. I am still as much a fanatic about Christmas as I ever was, but this year it's different.
I'm not living with my parents, surrounded by the familiar decorations and loving memories of a childhood gone by....
my sister isn't here to go on shopping adventures with or plan and plot Christmas surprises the way we did before...
friends are moving not far away, but far enough to make a difference....
scheduling has become tighter than ever trying to fit in as much "quality" time as possible....
people I know have lost loved ones, others are struggling with disease or heartache.
In the midst of glitter and mistletoe and Rudolph it seems, more apparent in this season than most, that something is not right. All is not as it should be.
Praise God that He allows us to claim that as truth. He says in His Word, "No, things are not as they should be." Scripture is full of pictures of creation groaning as if in childbirth waiting for God to act. Sin is the reason things are not right and even nature itself recognizes the need for change. Creation knows that God who is faithful promised and still promises to act.
The advent season is a season of waiting, long lay the world in sin and error pining, recognizing what is broken and waiting expectantly for God to make it right. That's why Jesus came, immortal made mortal, divine clothed in flesh...to make things right. I think this realization is why I like advent hymns in minor keys. With all the sweet and happy wishes for peace and joy during the holiday season, it's nice to be able to buck against it a bit and recognize that waiting is hard and brokenness hurts. It reminds us that not only are we remembering a season of waiting, but that we are still waiting for the final fulfillment of all of God's promises to make all things new and wipe away all tears.
Yes, all is not as it should be, but I serve a God who keeps His promises. I live in hope because because God came to dwell with His people, to set them free. I live in hope because a baby was born in Bethlehem, just like God said He would be.
Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand;
ponder nothing earthly minded for with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand.
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