I feel as if I am still in the week of Advent I rather than Advent IV. There has been a lot of sorrow, anxiety and anger around. Death is being hard to those who are left to grieve and to those whose are being called home. Jesus didn’t come into a clean tidy world so why should the time when we prepare to celebrate his birth be any different? That’s what I keep telling myself, but even after a wedding on Saturday, two Crib services (included one with a splendid new crib), a Nativity play and Service of lessons and carols by candlelight on Sunday, Monday has been a day deep deep in Advent.
How I long for the daylight of Christmas chase away the darkness of Advent and bring comfort and peace to those for whom sorrow or waiting is making the darkness seem unending, oh how much this prophesy is needed this year, come Lord Jesus:
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendour.