There is a kind of cynicism that can set in when you come to a certain age, or when you work in the Church - in the news... then something breaks through. In an instant this morning, the Holy Spirit pierced my heart and reminded me where I came from... a broken desperate Jewish boy who was in despair to the point of suicide.
The boy didn't know it, but his heart longed for the Messiah to come, and he would be healed and fulfilled by nothing less. Through tears I listened to the ancient hymn... the heart's cry for the One who would bind up our wounds and set us free.
He is coming... Advent is on the horizon. If we allow the banal dronings of the clock and the cycle of the sun to drag us into the season we will be drawn into the busyness as they dictate. They will demand that we worship time, money, shopping, rushing... all that robs the heart of peace and of the presence of God. But we need not yield to their demonic draw.
Let us prepare our hearts to know the Messiah like never before. The King is coming. He comes to set the captives free.
What will be different for me this year? What about you? Let us be the ones who break free to the call of the King and lead others to do the same.
O Come O Come Emmanuel.