n.   1. The coming or arrival, especially of something extremely important

The Christian church is in the first week of the Advent season. The Western church calendar observes Advent for the four Sundays before Christmas. The period represents the coming or arrival of Christ. Before Jesus was born in Bethlehem, there was a spiritual famine in Israel, as the Jews waited for the fulfillment of the prophecies. They believed the Messiah was coming and they prayed anxiously for that day when he would come save them.

That day finally arrived. The Light came into the darkness and salvation was at hand.

But many people missed it. Many lost hope along the way, because God didn’t act on their time table. Other’s missed it because they were too busy fighting wars with one another, looking out for their own wants and desires. Still others missed out because they had lost their first love. They were more interested in loving themselves instead of loving God and their neighbor. Yet others missed it because they were deep in despair. They had lost the joy they once knew and decided it was better just to seek temporary happiness instead.

The church still observes Advent today. We light a candle each week as we recognize the arrival of something, make that someone, extremely important. But we can miss it as well. Perhaps we have lost all hope in life, or we have become too preoccupied with fighting wars and fires, existing with little or no peace in our lives. Some of us have become so self-absorbed that we too have lost our first love. Or maybe you’re one of those who try to be faithful but there’s no joy in your life, only sporadic bouts of fleeting happiness.

I want to encourage you to observe Advent this year, ushering in the Light of the world.

Celebrate the HOPE we have in Christ.

Make PEACE with God and one another.

Experience LOVE in its truest form.

Find the JOY of your Salvation.

Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free;

From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in Thee.

Israel’s strength and consolation, HOPE of all the earth Thou art;

Dear desire of every nation, JOY of every longing heart.

“I know the plans I have in mind for you, declares the Lord; …plans for peace, not disaster, to give you a future filled with HOPE.” Jeremiah 29:11

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My Dream Girl






I watch over her as she sleeps.
I wonder if she dreams.

Such innocence.
Such purity.
Such potential, tightly spun and woven in soft rolls of baby flesh.

She smiles. Simple reflex or God-given joy?
She stretches. Waking from deep eternal slumber. Waking to new eternal wonder.
She cries. Hunger awakens. Poop happens. Hurt occurs.
She sees. Eyes meet. Hearts bond. Love grows.

I watch over her as she sleeps.
And I wonder in her dreams.

Writing for My Biggest Fan: Sally

I suppose my wife Sally is my biggest fan. Actually, she is my only fan, since it appears she is the only one who reads my blog. Sally doesn’t always get my blogs, but she does enjoy the humorous ones.

Here’s her favorite:

Sally likes funny and sarcastic, but that is difficult to produce on demand. It comes pretty natural for me in conversations or while posting on facebook, but it’s quite another thing to sit down and intentionally write funny sarcasm. (Consider this post for example!)

My greatest joy in life is making my wife laugh. I use it as often as possible as a way of distracting her from being mad at me. It doesn’t always work. Sometimes she’s too far past the point of no return, and the chance of getting her to laugh falls somewhere between her actually murdering me and having sex with me. Murder > Laugh > Sex = Screwed.

Sally has two laughs, which really makes me envious, because I don’t have any. My laugh is totally inaudible. The hearing-impaired are more likely to witness my laughter than the blind. Sally’s laugh track consists of the “guffaw” and the “shakes.” Her guffaw is a female version of her late father’s. It’s a kind of forced, boisterous laugh that can often scare little children. But it’s her “shakes” laughter that is my all time favorite. When I can get her to laugh and vibrate at the same time, I know she thinks I’m funny (and in good standing). And isn’t that what life’s all about?