Advent is all about waiting for the coming of the Lord. Well, it’s supposed to be. I’ve now cleanly disposed of any and all of my good intentions this year, having started Advent already behind. I was going to do less – fewer cookies and decorations, more time in prayer and meditation. Nope, that didn’t last.
But God is with me. Even with my failed intentions and manic pace. In the early morning, when I wake, mind racing with my to-do list, I force myself off Facebook and emails and snatch a some moments to pray and read the Bible. I leave refreshed and hopeful. Reminded of God’s love and care.
Jesus came to earth. He’s with us. That’s the message of the season – a message I’m going to try to hold within my heart this day.
I leave you with a prose poem based on Zechariah’s song about his son, John. He who had been silent for months was filled with words that have remained for centuries.Prepare the way for the Lord He’s coming again To earth; to our hearts So that his people might know Salvation Lasting freedom The forgiveness of sins A clean slate Wrongs put right. Through God’s tender mercy The rising sun comes From heaven to earth Shining through darkness Illuminating our way. Even in the shadow of death He guides our feet Into the path of peace. Come, Lord Jesus. Come, Lord Come.
Based on Luke 1:76-79; Zechariah’s song about his son John
© 2013Amy Boucher Pye