Come, weary one, and see what God has done.
Come, those burdened and downcast,
come anxious –
come and behold this babe in a manger, God-incarnate, heaven breaking through to earth. Let the holy, joyful, hushed silence be a balm for your soul.
Dear One, for whom this year was so very difficult, I say to you:
Be strong! Here is your God.
He has come, Emmanuel, God with us, come to rescue and to save.
And remember: this baby grows up!
Only for a little while will he be wrapped in swaddling clothes. Soon He will begin the work He was born to do:
to bring good news to the poor,
comfort for the brokenhearted,
freedom for captives,
the Lord’s favor for those who mourn.
He exchanges our ashes of grief with a crown of beauty,
our mourning with abundant joy,
our spirit of despair with a spirit of praise.
This is our hope, the only real hope.
His kingdom is coming and has come. Yes, one day He will wipe away every tear
and sorrow and sighing with flee in His presence –
but we also pray for His kingdom to come, His will to be done now. It is incomplete in this fallen world, but He has come.
He is working.
His will is being done.
As you spend Advent looking, waiting, expecting the arrival of a tiny babe, may it generate in your battered and bruised heart an expectancy of God-with-us-now.
May you see the King at work in the hearts and lives of His people.
May you experience Him at work in your own life.
May your heart be full of gratitude – not for the painful, sinful, broken things that happened but for the God who was present and active in the midst of the mess.
And may you anticipate the exchange of swaddling clothes for linen burial cloths, wrappings that were found empty because
He is risen!