Jet lag is still a thing and I'm up too early. But this morning I am making good use of it to prepare my spirit to engage in worship with my Highview peeps for this second Sunday in Advent.
I also have the privilege of preaching this morning, about how God came "Home for Christmas." And the wonder of it, as I meditate on these things in the early darkness of dawning, is not lost on me.
Gradually the externals are coming along. Yesterday, late afternoon, I pushed back the brain-fog to just be outside and clear off the porch of November's leftovers. A few simple strands of lights, nothing spectacular at all, but, yes, now at least the front of the house looks more welcoming and hopeful.
But it's in internal things I need most right now.
"Rejoice! Rejoice!
Immanuel will come to thee, O Israel."
It's the hopeful refrain of the ancient hymn having its origins in monastic life in the 8th or 9th centuries.
It's quiet in the mornings, this early.
I don't mind.
Home for Christmas.
God came home for Christmas.
With us.
Emmanuel.
God with us.
Where He longs to be.
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