“O that you would tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains would quake at your presence…”
How’s that for an opening line on the first Sunday of Advent! (Advent being the season when we watch and wait for God to arrive in the birth of a sweet baby in a manger.) This desperate plea is almost a demand: “God, if you would just get down here; and remind the world of what you can do.” And now I’m paraphrasing a little more: “Come down out of wherever you are in that glorious heavenly dwelling; down into this wasteland where we are all sick, and unclean, and fading, and failing. Come before there’s no one left to remember you.” (read more)
