Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The First Sunday of Advent
I sit in the darkness watching the lights hidden by the curtains. I weep for those who have gone before us on their roads to Bethlehem. I miss them this time of year, very much, but then I rejoice with memories,
singling out times of joy and laughter. Then I weep in gratefulness for having had them in my life for good or ill. No matter what, they helped to make me the person I am today. For that I am most grateful.
I think of our Infant King who was born in a stable, cold and poor, but into the arms of a family who loved Him. I hold those moments close to my heart and wonder how they felt, not knowing, but knowing the promise of the Messiah. I think of how the world welcomed Heaven's Light on Christmas Morning when Love was born.
Again, I cry, as I begin my journey to Bethlehem. I hear the silence in this darkened room as I watch the lights of Christmas. I don't know, but I know.