Christmas Eve is a day of waiting. The kids are antsy, the parents are frazzled, the empty-nesters are nostalgic, and the lonely are facing one of the toughest days of the year. We all wait, and we may or may not think we have a clear idea of what it is we are waiting for.
Whether we realize it or not, whether we believe it or not, what we all wait for, the deepest longing of our sad hearts, is God. We long for his love and his peace.
My morning reading included these words from the prophet Zechariah 9:8-10.
Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion! Shout, Daughter Jerusalem!
See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious, lowly and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
I will take away the chariots from Ephraim and the warhorses from Jerusalem, and the battle bow will be broken.
He will proclaim peace to the nations.
His rule will extend from sea to sea and from the River to the ends of the earth.
Amen. Even so, come Lord Jesus.
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