Day 1 – Babies as saviors


[Note from Tilly: Finding myself pregnant at Christmas for the third time, I’ve committed to do a short advent devotional each weekday of December . They will all be labeled by date and can be found together under the “Advent” subject category.]

2018 Advent Series – Day 1

In some sense, most babies that we wait for are saviors to us.

The babies in our wombs are still unknown. We haven’t yet seen their faces clearly. We haven’t heard their voices or seen them twist their bodies to underscore those first cries of anger. We haven’t seen whether they are fair or dark, cheerful or grumpy, stubborn or easygoing. While we wait, the details are unfilled and mysterious; they are wide possibilities.

All that we know is that the child will bring change. The child will be new and unformed; she will be sweet, she will be soft, she will be something for our spouses to fall in love with. Waiting for a baby is the essence of hope. We believe, in a small and hidden part of our hearts, that when the baby comes our hearts will be more at peace, our homes will be more bright, our jobs will be less laborious, our marriages will be renewed. We believe in babies because we believe in new arrivals.

Only one time in all of history has the hope of waiting for a baby been fulfilled utterly and then surpassed. Only one time did the baby succeed utterly in bringing peace to hearts, bright light to homes, rest to work, renewal to relationships.

This baby came to fulfill a prophecy:

 

For to us a child is born,
    to us a son is given;
and the government shall be upon[a] his shoulder,
    and his name shall be called[b]
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:6

 


 

Father, 

the sweet anticipation of your Son’s appearance is the hope of our lives. It is life itself to us. Every other echo of longing we’ve ever experienced–whether for a meal, a home, a marriage, or something yet more momentous–is only an echo and a sharpener of our familiar ache. We ache with a sweet ache of joy as we anticipate our sure meeting with the one who was here first in swaddling clothes and is now in garments dipped in blood (Rev. 19:13).

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