From The Desk of David

The list of the things I must do seems never ending – homework, laundry, friends, exams, etc. etc. etc.… The Professor wants the assignment yesterday. The friend’s world is falling apart and he longs for words that will offer hope to heal his breaking heart from the words of the girl who broke it. The basket of laundry sitting in the corner, molding like cheese, is begging for my attention. My phone keeps

dinging

, reminding me that there is an essay to be written. And it seems as if time itself is dragging its heels, never wanting to come to an end. But alas, today is finally done.

I bury myself under thick blankets and pillows, curling up with a warm cup of tea and the Word. For my overwhelmed heart, this is where true rest is found. I crack open the Good Book and I find myself in the story of the coming of the Messiah. As I read the words written so long ago, I can’t help but wonder how Mary felt. She

too,

had things to do, laundry to fold, friends to meet, and even a wedding to plan. However, the Lord was up to something. He was on the brink of igniting the events that would have cosmic portions. He was preparing for the Godchild to enter the world and it was the Godchild who was to save humanity from their sins.

If I’ve learned anything for my time here Liberty, is that if following God is anything, it is inconvenient. In our finite minds, we believe that we know how’s best to manage our time. But alas, this is nothing but a delusion. Human nature is nothing but unreliable and untrustworthy. Human nature will fail. Human nature will fall short. Human nature leads to brokenness and imperfection.

I guess that’s how Mary felt. Broken. Imperfect. A failure. But something greater was coming. Emmanuel was coming. And He was coming to fix the brokenness, make right the imperfections, and redeem the imperfections.

Right now, hope might seem lost and it may seem as if it were just some glorious delusion in which all of

humanity

have fallen blissfully ignorant to. Hope may seem out of reach and it might be nothing more than just a distant memory. But there’s good news about our lost hope…

Jesus Is Coming!

And to members of the church, Christmas may be nothing more than just a time of manger scenes, Christmas carols, baking, chocolates from an Advent calendar, and all of the repetitive traditions in which Christmas brings. But I suggest that it is something more!

In this season of Advent, we can be quick to forget

of

the meaning of these days before the birth of the Messiah. But these days are the days in which we are reminded

at

hopelessness, addiction, pain, sin, hurt, depression, anxiety, and even death, do not have the last word but rather it is the One who will be born in a manger who will have the last word.

So to all those who are hopeless and broken, Christmas is coming! Jesus is coming! He’s come to take

with

the pain and the hurt of our human nature.

It was there under those piles of blankets and pillows, in which real healing occurred. It was on days like these in which the world seemed a little too dark for me to do anything about it. But was there, that I was reminded that is not I who make the world a little brighter, but rather the One who is The Light of The World.

For His Glory,
David