Come.

Come.

Expectation.

Anticipation.

A flutter of heart beating.

Advent.

It means coming. And our expectant breath exhales: “Come, Lord Jesus, come.”

In this broken, fallen world, we cry out: come.

Encountering pain, brokenness, sickness and death, we sob: come.

In all our empty places, waiting to be filled…rejecting those things we hasten to store there to quiet the longing…we whisper: come.

And because one let her empty, waiting space be turned to a full womb, a cry pierced the black. Hers. Then. In the waiting stillness, all the bleak world held its breath, and a sweet, smaller cry broke forth.

Isaiah 9

[a]Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress. In the past he humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future he will honor Galilee of the nations, by the Way of the Sea, beyond the Jordan—

The people walking in darkness
    have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
    a light has dawned.
You have enlarged the nation
    and increased their joy;
they rejoice before you
    as people rejoice at the harvest,
as warriors rejoice
    when dividing the plunder.
For as in the day of Midian’s defeat,
    you have shattered
the yoke that burdens them,
    the bar across their shoulders,
    the rod of their oppressor.
Every warrior’s boot used in battle
    and every garment rolled in blood
will be destined for burning,
    will be fuel for the fire.
For to us a child is born,
    to us a son is given,
    and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
    Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of his government and peace
    there will be no end.
He will reign on David’s throne
    and over his kingdom,
establishing and upholding it
    with justice and righteousness
    from that time on and forever.
The zeal of the Lord Almighty
    will accomplish this.

This Baby come. He pierces the heart of men. Few can trust the simplicity of His humble coming.

This Child who grows in wisdom and follows the ways of His Father even as He traverses this same tumultuous journey we stumble through.

This Man, whose piercing cry resounds again, not as a Babe in a wooden manger but as a Man upon a wooden beam placed high in the air.

Few understood the simple saving grace of this criminal’s death, our sin heaped upon Him.

But it was in this humble birth and common, cruel death that the answer to “come, Lord Jesus, come” is answered.

He came.

He lived.

He died.

He lives again.

So we could live.

Isaiah 53

53 Who has believed our message
    and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
    and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
    nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by mankind,
    a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
    he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.

Surely he took up our pain
    and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
    stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
    and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
    each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
    the iniquity of us all.

He was oppressed and afflicted,
    yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
    and as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
    so he did not open his mouth.
By oppression[a] and judgment he was taken away.
    Yet who of his generation protested?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
    for the transgression of my people he was punished.[b]
He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
    and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
    nor was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it was the Lord’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer,
    and though the Lord makes[c] his life an offering for sin,
he will see his offspring and prolong his days,
    and the will of the Lord will prosper in his hand.
11 After he has suffered,
    he will see the light of life[d] and be satisfied[e];
by his knowledge[f] my righteous servant will justify many,
    and he will bear their iniquities.
12 Therefore I will give him a portion among the great,[g]
    and he will divide the spoils with the strong,[h]
because he poured out his life unto death,
    and was numbered with the transgressors.
For he bore the sin of many,
    and made intercession for the transgressors.

And do we really want to live?

We must reach out with His hands and His feet.

Reaching out right where we are planted.

Search for beauty and richness in the common.

Find the lovely and purpose in the broken.

Bring Christmas to a world that so desperately needs this message of hope,

love,

peace.

This story of coming.

Of a light piercing the darkness.

As we again, send our heart cry of, “come, Lord Jesus, come,”

we shine His light into the night.

John 1:1-5

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.



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  • Oh my goodness, Nicki…..every blog you write seems to get deeper, more profound, more inspired by the Holy Spirit. This one in particular. You really do need to write a,book “in your spare time.” Haha!! You have such a gift for writing, that it would be our loss if you don’t write a book at some time. But for now, these blogs, or whatever you might call them, are a blessing to all of us who read them! But I would bet there’s at least one book in you tucked away! 🙂 May God continue to speak through you every time you are inspired. God Bless! Thank you once again!!

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