I am listening to Andrew Peterson's Behold the Lamb. And tears are just streaming down my face. What a beautifully, scaldingly holy, RIGHT moment it is. To hear words that open my heart's eyes to the truth that people waited a long long time for Jesus' birth. Centuries of people who longed to be holy. To be right before God. And there was no way, just a promise that one day there was going to be a way.
Have you ever waited for something that you wanted. Needed. Something that was going to be the Best Thing Ever? I have. But not like this kind of waiting. When old Simeon's old eyes saw the baby Savior his heart must have burst with joy. In fact, he claimed that now he could die because what he had waited for all his life had now come.
And then without us waiting at all for Him, we learn that He came. The shepherds heard it from the angels that this dazzling event was going to give us peace henceforth. Peace with God that would never end. God, the creator and Father, sent me a savior. And opened my eyes to the need for such a provision. I love that God just gave me a hint to what the exhausted and troubled creation felt at the incarnation.
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