Advent 7

Hmmm. I think Thursdays in Advent will be throwback ones. Especially dark gloomy windy rainy Thursdays. It has not been the best day around here. And yet. Wonder exists. So I rather grumpily post this from the past and cling tight to some kind of hope in this world. Emmanuel is here. I suppose I should listen a bit to the me from 6 years ago.

“O Holy Child of Bethlehem

Descend to us we pray

Cast out our sin and enter in,

Be born in us today.

We hear the Christmas Angels,

The great glad tidings tell,

O come to us, Abide with us

Our Lord Emmanuel.”

Emmanuel is the word that is most likely to send shivers up my spine. I can’t help but grin like an idiot when belting out the last verse of this carol. It’s all I long for deep down inside. That I could hang out with God, that he would abide with me. It’s a wonder that will not be drowned out by my cynisim, doubt, pessimism or whatever black thoughts I throw at it. Emmanuel and my heart sings, Emmanuel and I drink it in. Emmanuel and I am home again.

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