Is He Coming?

Do you remember the wonder of it all—the suspension of belief that allowed for a fat man to come down the chimney? Flying reindeer that could land on your roof, someone who would bring toys to all the children of the world, and even know your name!

I was two years old and still I remember it these decades later. The expectation bursting in my heart that night on my father’s lap, as we peered into the night sky. Watching. Certain any minute he would come. And then—I heard them— the hoofs on the roof!

Still, now I pause and scan the sky when I pass by a window at night or step out onto the deck to let the dog out one more time. I wonder if maybe this night I will see one star growing brighter and brighter, closer, closer until He fills the sky. The One who truly brings gifts to men and knows my name.

I consider how it must have been with the shepherds that night. After four hundred years of silence suddenly the sky opened up and there appeared with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God. Can you imagine?

Is He Coming? 

Yes, He is. One day the Lord Jesus will be revealed from the heaven with His mighty angels in flaming fire, and I too will bow my knee and proclaim, “Glory to God in the highest.”

How I long to be filled with the wonder and expectation of that day.

Merry Christmas, friends. I pray that those of you stopping here would be filled with the wonder of it all.