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You, LORD, are our father,
our redeemer you are named forever.
Why do you let us wander, O LORD, from your ways,
and harden our hearts so that we fear you not?
Return for the sake of your servants,
the tribes of your heritage.
Our personal and communal darkness is worse in many ways than the shortened days.
War, conflict, fear, helplessness, anger, tears, the feeling of fatalism. These are the issues that are staring us in the face. We’re supposed to be preparing for the joyous birth of your Son. But, any joy seems artificial.
Given the prophet Isaiah expressed his frustration about the confusion in his time, it shows history repeats itself.
What doesn’t change is out longing for the hand of the Lord, His countenance on us, His love enveloping us.
The 21st century Advent is no different than those of our past. We may have more tools and toys, and consider ourselves more sophisticated than our forebears. We may, in our modern-day hubris, consider ourselves “little more than gods”, self-congratulating ourselves for perceived “conquests over ignorance”.
But, ignorance is bliss.
God has us free to be what we want to be, and do what we want to do, but at what cost? At the end of the day, we stare at the mirror, and wander in our own desert.
This Advent let’s get serious. Let us say:
“Lord, I am wandering, with no place to go. I have superficial ‘things’ but what I need is the bond you established at your Son’s birth, not as with kings, but very, very human. I am being very, very human, too, saying, I am sorry I just wander.
You and Your undying love is right in front of me. I wait in joy for His coming, again.”