Four hundred years. Four hundred years of silence. Four hundred years waiting to hear from God. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for a prophet. Waiting for something.
Generation after generation. Waiting for words from God. For direction. For manifest presence. For the God who parted the sea for Moses and sent down fire from Heaven for Elijah. For the living God who performed the miracles of old to speak yet again. Living in the silence must have been agonizing. Longing for God to appear. Day after day. Year after year. Decade after decade. Hope set fully on the coming Messiah. Groaning along with creation. Longing for redemption. Expecting a Savior. Expecting a King!
I got nothing. I wanted to write some compelling narrative about the Christmas story, or teach some profound truth. But I have nothing. For reasons unknown, this has been a week of not feeling the nearness of the Holy Spirit. This has been a time of busyness at work, focusing on a relationship and how to best make it a Gospel-centered and Christ-exalting one, and trying to move to make life easier and to be a better steward. So, I’ve got nothing.
So, last week I said that I was taking the week off to focus on pressing into new and fresh looks at the gospel, Scripture, and Christ as a whole. I’ll talk more about that later on in the week, but I wanted to share something with you that I feel God showed me during this time.
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