It is Christmas Eve.
Tonight, in the quiet darkness, I can almost hear the cries of Mary in labor. My own soul is crying with her. Not because of the pains of childbirth, but because I LONG for Jesus to come. He IS coming again. In a stable in Bethleham, He became the Author of our faith. And some day, when He returns, He will prove Himself to also be faith’s Perfector.
And don’t we long for His perfection? Today, we love Him, but we are still filled with sin. Yet some day, He will finish the work that He started in us. We will be made whole, to love Him fully.
Over 2,000 years ago, it was Mary who was groaning in expectation. Today Christians, with all of creation, await the day He comes again. Sweet Jesus, we wait on You alone.
“For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” Romans 8: 22-25