Advent Morning Two

The Blessed Hope of The Silent Night

It is the second morning of Advent, dark and quiet, grandfather clock chiming the half hour, the Christmas tree is lit and the Advent wreath with candles stands darkly beside.  Advent will not thunder its way into our lives like Christ’s second coming will, exploding across the heavens from east to west so the whole world hears and sees His returning.  No Advent is the quiet stable, the exhausted mother, the curious father, the barely heard, wiggling cold and fresh New Born God.  To hear this God you must travel across the known world on camels, walk in from the icy fields or arouse yourself from the commercial clamor and speed of the current earth.  You must make the wreath and buy the candles and carve out time to light them and be a part and experience anew, the waiting of the coming of the New Born God, now long grown and gone.  God with us now means we have to commitment by faith to the wait, to the long Silent Night, to the “blessed are those that have not seen and yet believed.”