O Come, O Come Emmanuel is not heavy enough – not urgent or eager enough. But those words will have to do.
I still think it’s okay to get sad and broken about all the undone things – all the world-weary, winter wanderers who do not know God has come to earth or do not believe it was for them.
There is a kind of rejoicing that can swallow up mourning. But mourning never disappears. It will not until the day when faith is made sight and eternity stretches before us like a promise fulfilled.
We anticipate the Savior and we anticipate His coming again, when peace will rule and reign forever. My cousin Amanda really says it best in her post, “Why Advent is Breaking my Heart.”
Sweet, sweet words.