All around me I see the trappings and the traditions of Christmas. We are eager to listen to its music, to wrap and unwrap its presents, to feel the familiar holiday warmth from cider and a glowing tree. We are so eager that we don’t bother waiting…we just start early.
Christmas seems to come when we want it to.
– For hundreds of years, the Messiah was foretold by the prophets. And Israel waited. (And wandered, but that’s another post).
– For nine months, the Christ child was expected. And Mary waited.
– For 30 years, Jesus grew in wisdom and stature…and He waited.
– For three years the Disciples observed and questioned and doubted and walked alongside…. And they impatiently waited.
– For three days the world held its breath…surely this was the Son of God!? Wait.
– And Christ arose and showed Himself and commissioned His children and ascended to Heaven so that the Comforter could come.
And here we wait. ACTIVELY wait for His soon return.
Tomorrow is the first Sunday of Advent. A time to dwell in the waiting. A time for the now but not yet. A season we’ve become unfamiliar with in our quest to have Christmas now. How will we wait?
Question: What has been your traditional view of Advent? How have you lived that out?