I’ve never wanted Jesus back quite as much as I do this Christmas season. And it’s hard for me to accept that as a good thing. The longing comes from the heartache that the last few years have brought: the messiness and brokenness of family, the deaths of beloved family members, the growing frailty of my grandparents. The fragility of this life and the effects of sin in this world have never seemed more real to me. I would give anything to have the past few years reversed – anything except my growing awareness of how much I need Jesus. How could I not long for this?
For to us a child is born,
Of the increase of his government and of peace
on the throne of David and over his kingdom,