It is always dangerous to say that a season is my favorite time of the year. But there it is. Right now Advent is my favorite time of the year. The hymns are sublime, the Gospel is clear and beautiful. The hope of the One to Come washes over you like a flood.
The longing of Advent for me is also closely associated with death. Our daughter, Nadia, died in utero the day after Thanksgiving in 2005. Our Son, Emmanuel, died in utero on December 21, 2009. My mother died on January 9. So this season is really a time of longing for me. Longing for what is gone. Longing for what can never be.
But that really is what our Lord’s coming is all about. Our Lord’s birth is miraculous. It should not have happened. By all reason and common sense, it is impossible. Yet it is true.
This season as we long for what is lost, look to Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. He is the One who wipes away our tears. He is the one who will create all things new. He is the one who has gives us hope (Nadia) by becoming one with our flesh and blood. He is God-with-Us (Emmanuel).
Lord, make all things new. I hope in your Word alone.