This morning, I tried to write my Christmas letter. Tried, and failed. How do you write a year’s worth of life-changing events in one page and not lose the readers? I don’t want to be “one of those”… who write a four page sad Christmas letter and end with Merry Christmas!…. you know who you are.
So, I decided this. I will take the next couple of weeks and actually blog. And instead of writing a Christmas letter, I’ll just add a link to my blog… and anyone who actually WANTS to read…can come here and get their fill. Brilliant, I know.
This morning, as I was thinking about what to write..and how to begin… I thought about December. Advent. A synonym to advent is actually “beginning”. The first Advent was when Christ came to the earth. And as Christians, we celebrate each year. We celebrate his coming to the earth…and we anxiously wait for his second coming. So, in a sense, it becomes to us a celebration of the beginning…and the waiting … for the beginning. We tend to focus on the first coming…and the celebration part more. And we neglect the waiting part.
This year, as I reflect on the past year, I realize that God has taken me to a place of looking forward to His second coming. A place of waiting for His return. A place of seeing that life … this life… is but a blink of the eye. This life is but a brief moment between what was…and what will be. This life. This brief life…although it seems like it’s all “that”… is the waiting.
But, as it is written,
“What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,
nor the heart of man imagined,
what God has prepared for those who love him”—
1 Corinthians 2:9