Last year as I thought about the blessed incarnation of Christ, the Word dwelling among us in flesh, my thoughts were shadowed by the cross of Christ.
This year as I think about the Word coming to tabernacle amongst us, I am mindful of His return.
It is no surprise, really, that the world can find it in its heart to acknowledge the birth of Christ upon the earth. A baby in a manger doesn't challenge us. Little Jesus, meek and mild.
This year, I want to shout out the truth, that He is coming again. And His second coming will be so different to His first coming.
At His second coming, the angels will be sent with a loud trumpet call to gather His elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.
At His first coming, the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world was despised like one from whom men hide their faces.
At His second coming, men will call out to the mountains and rocks to hide them from the wrath of the Lamb.
At His first coming, the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem looked on the one they pierced.
At His second coming, they will mourn for Him as one mourns for an only child, and grieve bitterly for Him as one grieves for a firstborn Son.
At His second coming, He will be raised and lifted up and highly exalted before all the nations of the world.
As I remember the coming of the King this year, I am overawed. My Jesus, My King, My Saviour, My Lord…I bow my knee before Him. May He grant me a greater boldness in the coming year to proclaim the year of His favour, the year of Jubilee.