Internet is a bit dodgy at our place. The extreme cold took
out the antenna a couple of weeks ago, and we are operating on a makeshift
temporary set-up, awaiting the much anticipated and longed for arrival of the
one who can fix it. No, not Jesus. (Although I’m sure he could…) Doug.
Actually, our longing to see our antipodean family has
nothing to do with anyone’s ability to fix our internet. It’s just a bonus.
The world has been longing for the return of Jesus for
millennia. Many don’t recognise who it is they are longing for, but Jesus fits
perfectly into the empty space in everyone’s heart.
As I have been cleaning and preparing the rooms for our
anticipated visitors, I have been marinating in the accumulation of praise CDs
in the kitchen. Wallowing in worship is setting me up nicely for the
celebration of the arrival of our Saviour in human form.
As we celebrate the birth of Jesus, we continue to long for
the second arrival of the one who can fix his world, which we have broken.
Forgive us Lord, and thank you that your promise is that you will make all
things new.
Prince of Peace, be born today in the hearts of warmongers
and foolish men and women everywhere.
Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus.
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