Faith, Folklore, and Friends

Let the word of Christ dwell in you  richly, teaching and admonishing one  another in all wisdom, singing psalms  and hymns and spiritual songs, with  thankfulness in your hearts to God.   ~Colossians 3:16

Thy word is a  lamp   unto   my   feet , and a light  unto   my  path.   ~Psalm  119:105

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God.  All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made.  In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.    And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. ~John 1:1-5

We wait in lines, at work, at school, in traffic. Always waiting, our vaporous time on this earth dictated by clocks, buzzers, lights, ringing. Life around us constantly flowing, everyone about their business, everyone running and waiting. Isaiah waited for a Savior while preaching of His majesty, His healing. David waited as he sang psalms and adored the one he had not seen with fleshly eyes. They knew the promise. The Messiah was coming. We celebrate the Advent, this season of anticipation, and we imagine that we are tending sheep in cold silence, wondering about the star in the east, wondering when this promise will walk among us. The Word, which always was, took on flesh, flesh that laughed and cried, flesh that needed food and water, flesh that felt cold and heat. Flesh that awoke, worked, rested, slept. Flesh that walked among us. Divine flesh that died for our redemption. Two thousand years later, we wait. We know the promise. The Messiah is coming...