2018 Advent Series – Day 24
This is the last day of our advent, which means that tomorrow is Christmas, our figurative feasting day, the day of his coming, the day of our rejoicing.
But we all know that today is not the last day of our advent. We have waited our whole lives in that second advent, the hard and weary expectation of his second coming. In this sense, even as we wake up with joy on Christmas morning and read the miracle story of Jesus on earth, our hearts contract in grief while they expand in joy. Because in this age, our greatest joy is also our greatest pain. He came. But he is not here; he is risen. He will come again.
So today, I want to leave our weary, holiday-full, holiday-stricken minds with this beautiful promise of a feast on a mountain. This feast is described in Isaiah 25. It is the thing we are waiting for. It is the culmination of the second advent. It is the feast that doesn’t have an edge of sadness; it’s a lining with no cloud. It is the end and the next beginning:
6 On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples
a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wine,
of rich food full of marrow, of aged wine well refined.
7 And he will swallow up on this mountain
the covering that is cast over all peoples,
the veil that is spread over all nations.
8 He will swallow up death forever;
and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces,
and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,
for the Lord has spoken.
9 It will be said on that day,
“Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us.
This is the Lord; we have waited for him;
let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.”
Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus! We wait for you to come and bring that day on the mountain, with the food and wine and tears wiped away with our reproach. Come, our Salvation!