This morning I got up at silly o clock, cycled to the station admiring the pretty sunrise and headed to London to talk to some women at breakfast about Advent. We thought about Jesus’ first coming and the waiting process for that, how random 400 years of silence from God must have been, we also got excited at Zechariah’s song in Luke:
“And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High;
for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
to give his people the knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins,
because of the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.”
We then looked towards Jesus’ second coming. Some waiting takes so long that you forget what you are waiting for. We probably do that a bit too much with Jesus. I forget that he is coming back, that he will come for us, there are prophecies yet to be fulfilled. There is more than this.
Naturally as I was doing the talk we finished with a bit of Revelation 21 and some of C S Lewis’ ‘The Last Battle’. We live in mere shadowlands which will one day seem like just some crazy weird dream. Oh for the final dawn, the final sun rising to bring in the new world. Come back Jesus. Come back.
The Long Walk Home 