Thanksgiving and Christmas—two special holidays that bracket a beautiful, meaningful season: Advent. I absolutely love Easter as it holds such significance for me as being the holiday that I really met Jesus for the very first time. But, an equally treasured time of the year is Advent.
In a world that won’t stop talking and moving, Advent gives one space to breathe, think, wait, hope, and remember. All of us are waiting for something, but this season gives us a chance to re-wait for something that will end perfectly-every, single year. Jesus came over 2000 years ago, and He still comes all these years later. We get to feel the anticipation that the people back then felt, only we know the ending. We know that Jesus came as Messiah, Savior, Lamb of God, Immanuel; but we also know that He will one day come again as the ruling and reigning King. We wait for His second coming with hope, eager longing, restlessness, and joy. We wait for the return of the King.
There is nothing quite like waiting for the celebration of the Everlasting God’s birthday. To think, the One with no beginning has a birthday—amazing. So, in the middle of the holiday crazies, take time to stop and wait for the advent of our glorious Savior. Advent is a thin space, where the presence of God is far more tangible and He feels nearer and dearer. Feel it. Feel Him in your heart. Treasure Him, love Him, worship Him, hope in Him.
“For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him” (Psalm 62:5).