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