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The Joy of Advent: Day Six


This morning, in a moment of honesty (and a little bit of laziness), I told God that I’m tired of writing about Advent. I have hit a wall, 4 days from Christmas. I feel like I have been reading/praying/saying the same thing for weeks now. As I sat down to pray this morning, I didn’t feel inspired, nor moved by the narrative.

And that broke my heart. In my own selfishness, I lost my anticipation. I lost my wonder, I lost some of my gratitude. And the whole point of all of this has been to remind me daily just how important this story is, to remind me that I am alive in Christ, that in the midst of a season that can cause people to feel forgotten, to feel disappointed and downtrodden, that causes people to just feel done, that there is hope and joy and peace and love in the midst of all of this and there always has been.

We are soaked in the grace of a story and a plan that has been in place for thousands of years, the story that prophets yearned to tell of a coming King who would change everything. And no matter how discouraged or tired or ____________ we feel, that the truth of this season is still very real and makes a difference.

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times.” Therefore Israel will be abandoned until the time when she who is in labor bears a son, and the rest of his brothers return to join the Israelites. He will stand and shepherd his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they will live securely, for then his greatness will reach to the ends of the earth. And he will be our peace when the Assyrians invade our land and march through our fortresses.”

– Micah 5:2-5

I have gotten tired after several weeks of walking through this story, and I started wondering, I wonder how the people of Bethlehem felt with every child born, if with every birth they let their hopes up only to be let down eventually, to the point where they stopped caring at all about the prophesy spoken over them, to the point where the would ignore a pregnant woman and her husband arriving in town, not bothering to offer them a room, causing them to move to the stable. I wonder how long it took for them to lose the joy of the promise of the coming salvation.

I am reminded so much more today to find my joy in a God who has literally had this salvage plan in place from the beginning, “whose origins are from of old, from ancient times,” and though I’m distracted by everything around me to the point where I find myself jaded, I will rejoice. I will praise God in these moments of distraction and waning strength, because unto us a child is born, and he is Immanuel and there is such deep joy that resonates from a God who would leave heaven to be with us.

Come, Lord Jesus.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Gregg permalink
    December.21.2012 12:03 pm

    I can’t begin to imagine the work and pressure of writing a blog everyday. But I look forward every day to your thoughts and insights. I am experiencing Advent in a new way and anticipating the Christmas miracle. Even on the dark day of the school tragedy you reminded me of the hope Jesus birth brings us.

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