The world seems darker, colder, more harsh. Uncertainty hangs in the air. Fear of the unknown, fear for safety, fear of those different than us. Death, disease, despair.
We taught our kids about Advent tonight. What it means to wait expectantly for something good. Their innocent minds thought of things such as waiting for a new puppy. My heart is thankful that they have been shielded from reality, even if it’s just for a little while.
Christ came for the lost and the weak. The diseased, the ruined, the forgotten. The outcast, the sinner, the marginalized. Those not so patiently clinging to the hope of advent.
I find comfort that hope is on the horizon. It’s not lost on me that some dark things have happened on the cusp of this Christmas season. The bad is so dark because the Light is so good.
We must remain diligent, doing the work of our Father’s heart. Bringing glimpses of Shalom into a hurt, scared world. Showing others that, yes it has been brutal, but take heart because Advent is here and it has brought the Prince of Peace.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”