I love the season of Advent for many reasons. The smells of
evergreen and cinnamon; the glimmer of twinkle lights; the sounds of bells and
carols being sung. These are all high up on the list. But the other reason I
hold fast to Advent is the honesty that the Christmas story portrays. Cherub
and holly-lined nativity scenes may paint a glossy picture of Christ’s descent
to Earth, but the story is as difficult and gritty as it gets. When life is overwhelming
and the next step feels as daunting as the last, the story of Advent gives us
Hope. Not only Hope in the future, but hope for the now. The fact that God
faithfully led the Christmas characters to the right place and time (through
hardship and pain) in order for His son to be born—that means He can (and is) doing
no less for us today. This is a world full of pain, and evil, and strife. But
that is why Jesus came.
One author
recently paralleled this idea by saying, “We’ve been tricked by
chocolate-filled Advent calendars and blissful Christmas pageants that gloss
over the very real evil that makes the Messiah’s coming so very necessary, so
very loving, and so very heroic" (Cleveland, 2014).
I don’t know about you, but I hardly ever think of Jesus as a
hero. Not in the same way that Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam were storybook heroes.
But that modern spin on the old story is what Hope should means for us. The
feeling and assurance we have when we look to the One who can save us from the
things we don’t even understand.
Advent is a time when we can shake off the disguises we wear and
truly reflect on our frail condition, covered by the sovereignty, grace, and
goodness of Almighty God.