As I reflect on the Advent season, the same paradox both bewilders my reason and quickens my spirit. Advent--a time of anticipation, expectation, hope. And what do we anticipate if not wholeness, belonging, rest? What do we hope for other than to be fully at home? Yet a hope that is seen is no hope at all. So we hope for what we do not see. We look forward to a home unknown apart from maps and hearsay.
For the Creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God ....
And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.
For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees?
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. (Romans 8)
This Advent, let us anticipate the day in which we find ourselves in a kingdom entirely new, yet strangely familiar. And in a peace that passes all understanding we will sigh at last, "It's good to be home."