Advent

Every Advent I follow this devotional and encourage you to do the same. I don’t remember how or when I ran across it – more than likely an email from a friend – but it has been a part of my personal Advent studies every year.

I was engaged during Advent.

The Anchoress has a lovely Advent message and it looks like it will be multi-parted, so check back each day. In true Charlie Brown fashion, many ask her, “What’s the point of Advent?”

Without Advent – without the putting up of purple in the midst of all the red and green in the tiring rush between Thanksgiving and the New Year – we might forget to mark this time, make straight this path, and ponder what transpired in a lonely cave in Bethlehem, 2000 years ago; what it meant then, and what it still means for all of us, today.

Because it is monumental, this Coming – it is the Coming of Love in a way never before (or since) encountered.

I think of Mary, after a long and tiring journey, now a frightened new mother far away from home. The juxtaposition of the shepherds and wise men. The cruelness of the world they lived in.

And the baby. Babies always bring hope for a new beginning. This Baby brought hope for all mankind.

“This Baby”, by Steven Curtis Chapman:

Well He cried when He was hungry
Did all the things that babies do
He rocked and He napped on His mother’s lap
And He wiggled and giggled and cooed
There were the cheers when He took His first step
And the tears when He got His first teeth
Almost everything about this little baby
Seemed as natural as it could be

But this baby made the angels sing
And this baby made new star shine in the sky
This baby had come to change the world
This baby was God’s own son
This baby was like no other one
This baby was God with us
This baby was Jesus

And this baby grew into a young boy
He learned to read and write and wrestle with Dad
There was the climbin’ of trees and scrapin’ of knees
And all the fun that a boy’s born to have
He grew taller and some things started changing
Like His complexion and the sound of His voice
There was the work to be done as a carpenter’s son
And all the neighbors said He’s such a fine boy

But this boy made the angels sing
And this boy made a new star shine in the sky
This boy had come to change the world
This boy was God’s own son
This boy was like no other one
This boy was God with us
This boy became a man

Love made Him laugh
Death made Him cry
WIth the life that He lived
And the death that He died
He showed us heaven with His hands and His heart
‘Cause this man was God’s own son
This man was like no other one
Holy and human right from the start

This baby made the angels sing
And this baby made a new star shine in the sky
This baby had come to change the world
This baby was God’s own son
This baby was like no other one
This baby was God with us
This baby
This baby was Jesus

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