My brother and I would blast out the bedroom door, take a quick left and a right, and then tumble down the stairs, barely touching them. The long wait was over; Christmas morning had finally come! How well I can remember the excruciating wait for Christmas. The days dragged by. It seemed Christmas would never arrive. And when it did, we couldn’t get out of bed and downstairs fast enough.
These days I feel a similar sense of anticipation, not for the celebration of the birth of Jesus, but to get the party started celebrating His second coming.
There were 400 years of darkness and confusion for God’s people, leading up to the birth of our Savior. How they yearned for God to fulfill His promise.
True, when He came, not everyone could see Jesus for Who He was. But when they did (and when they still do!) their darkness was overcome by His great light, their despair was swallowed up by deep joy.
As we wait for Jesus’ return, once again there is darkness and confusion running loose on the planet. I don’t need to list the examples; you watch the news, too. Once again, we yearn for Christ to come. It seems as though the day will never arrive. But God is faithful and that day will surely come.
For some, His coming will bring complete destruction as He sweeps away the wickedness and darkness.
“But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings. You shall go out leaping like calves from the stall.” (Malachi 4:1-2)
Just like my brother and me on Christmas morning…