I lost my mum 4 months ago. Several kindly people have asked what we are going to do for Christmas.
I watched my mother die. Not figuratively, but literally. I watched life leave her. Because there is death, Jesus came.
My sister and I talk about my mum almost every day. Often we laugh at the crazy things she would do like send emails with long winded stories or cat pictures. Because we are grieving, Jesus came.
On Christmas Eve, we will try to put together some semblance of the feast my mother used to cook with five rices, four meats and half a dozen vegetables and every family member’s favorite dish. I will actually cook, my sister will pretend to cook and my dad will direct traffic. Because our hearts will hurt, Jesus came.
Advent is a celebration of Jesus’s coming. The word means 'coming.' Like the Israelites before us, we wait for him to come again.
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion- to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. Isaiah 61