Last night at church, we sang a new Christmas song about the King of Kings being born and now known to the world (well, this seems obvious since it was, after all, a song about Baby Jesus!–lols). But the song was also about rejoicing for the first arrival of the one who will defeat our enemy and how we wait for his second arrival. And oddly enough, as we sung the song, I felt sad! Not sad that we have to wait for Christ’s second-coming, but that we missed his first. I felt the sadness that is the absence of something we love, the void that remains after its departure. I felt like we missed the party, we came too late to see the action. We arrived after the main event, and now we wait for the next act.
Of course, we are not left alone1–the Spirit is with us here, comforting us, teaching us, convicting us of sin, revealing truth, giving us words to pray to God–but we are physically separated from our Savior. He was here on this earth, and now he’s not. Our lives happened in the same physical passage of time and space, but we came too late to see him with our own eyes. Read More