How do we move from Christmas to the New Year without getting busy, weary, overwhelmed and everything in between? Perhaps Advent is the bridge that takes us there because if forces us to pause and sit with hope just a little while longer.
In that day the root of Jesse, who shall stand as a signal for the peoples—of him shall the nations inquire, and his resting place shall be glorious. (Isaiah 11:10)
In a glorious scheme crafted before time, we see the fulfillment of Scripture. From the root of Jesse, the family tree of Jesus comes into fruition on a holy night. And from this tender root, we see our hope and deliverance birthed under a brilliant star. A star whose light guides us every single day.
Hope for the brother sold to Egypt, hope for the shepherd king forgotten in the field, hope for you and for me. Christ in us the hope of glory.
Resolutions and New Year wishes written from a posture of hope with eyes to see glory will taste and see that the Lord is good. Life to the fullest starts with hope.
Hope is redemption from the first forbidden bite to our very last breath. We have a sure hope that anchors our soul and meets us in the most tender of places. All because of one holy night.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices.
Hearts wait for the arrival of hope. Hope for Elizabeth, barren and waiting, yet soon to be filled. Hope for Mary, a young girl carrying an incredible promise. Anna, a widow who spent years patiently waiting and worshiping for just a glimpse of Hope. Simeon who held Hope as his living and dying wish. Praise loose on each tongue. An explosion of longing fulfilled in each soul.
This is the promise of hope we are heirs to.
The words “hope” and “wait” are companions. They come from the same root word in Hebrew. “The Hebrew words translated “hope” mean confidence, twisting in labor pains, waiting, shelter, expectation, patience, security, trust, enduring, expectancy, something longed for.”
We have this hope, and those who hope in Him will never be put to shame. We wait with trusting expectation for the One our souls long for. We plan, write goals, speak our dreams with expectation and trust. This positions us to see His glory.
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
On an ordinary night, in a smelly stable with dirty animals and a rough manger, a young and brave girl gave birth to our King. Weary, lonely and scared parents sighed and gently laughed in soft relief as they kissed their Hope. Heaven erupted at the sound of a wrinkled baby’s wail.
Oh night divine, when unrelenting Hope was born. An unruly batch of worshipers, not unlike you and me, were chosen to greet Hope. Wise men beckoned by a star recognized hope from a distance.
Can we recognize hope on the darkest of nights?
Along with shepherds, wise men and angels, we all fall on our knees before God with us.
Do we prepare Him room in our to do lists, New Year’s resolutions and all our hopes and dreams?
We live in the sweet tension of hope fulfilled and hope to come. We kneel before the King – God himself who dressed in flesh to be poured out. We breathe in peace, hope, love and joy at the foot of the manger and at the foot of the cross.
We see His glory and we extend His glory in a breathtaking rhythm we call life.
We are the people of Hope. Expectancy is in our DNA. What hope are we extending to a weary world this New Year?
We carry with us into the New Year the sacred born on that night divine. What Gospel are we living and breathing on ordinary days and on holidays?
We await our adoption, our redemption, our freedom. We wait and hope as Advent people knowing He will come again and again. Year after year, He shows up in full beauty, power and light. Clothed in miracles to bestow and favor to gift to you.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)