Advent

For a long time I thought the root of my sin was the specific mistakes I'd made, the bad feelings I'd had, the wicked thoughts employed, but last night as I was laying on my back and listening to the lonesome howl of the evening train maraud the night, this illusion petered out and an indescribable peace settled on my soul like the closing sentence of a tumultuous novel. No, came this still small voice they talk about and which has seemingly been closing in all around me these past few months, the heart of your sin is not the symptom. What you've felt and what you've thought is universal. It's the pride of believing yourself to be above such things which are your true sins, which blot out the possibility of true love between Us. You've rebelled and you've fought against Me and My authority, and look at the grace I've supplied you nonetheless. 
At this moment, I suddenly saw the evidence of Christ's Presence in a thousand different corners and crevices of my life, those things which seemed accidental, stupid, or just those "why God" nights of protest. This Christmas season, my arrogance and pride are confronted by the advent of a Baby Child, who, if I'd been there all those years ago, I could have held in my arms, who would have depended on my strength to preserve His humble little temple of a Body. Christ, how foolish and obstinate I've been! If you can humble such a proud and rebellious heart as this, which inwardly despised authority and pursued selfish desires, a wayward son on the broad path to destruction, then the world has hope after all. May God's grace and love be multiplied to you, your family, your friends, this Christmas season and forever after, so that we may in time we may be like Him, and so join Him in all the pursuits of the Good, Beautiful, and True.

joy to the world.

The Lord is come. 

Let earth (and all the hearts upon it)

Receive her King.