One of the best parts of being home is that I get to go to my home church! I love my church. You know the saying about how it takes a village to raise a child? Well, the village that helped raise me is my church.
It was not only good to see dear friends who I haven't seen since early summer, but it was so good to hear a sermon from my pastor. Pastor Kallam is such a wise teacher, who somehow always manages to preach on something that I've struggled with or that is really applicable to my life. Today was no exception! He talked about hope and anticipation for Jesus. He preached on the response of the learned men in King Herod's court who easily told the king where the Messiah was to be born yet showed no excitement or curiosity versus the response of Simeon, who rejoiced and who had waited and waited and waited for Jesus' birth. It was interesting to be reminded of what it truly means to hope. n
I think that sense of anticipation is my favorite part of Christmas; even people who aren't Believers still have that excitement, that hope (and its because of Him, they just don't know it). I love that. I love feeling that sense of waiting eagerly, the joy and excitement. And my pastor challenged me today, because shouldn't I live with that hope and anticipation every day?
Simeon's hope defined his life. He built his life around waiting, anticipating, and hoping for the Savior. And Jesus has come, He is Emmanuel, God with us. And He is coming again! I want that to be the basis of my life. I want to build my life around that knowledge, that Jesus has come and He is coming back. In that, there is so much joy and faith and celebration and certainty and confidence. I want to live with that promise at the center of all I do.
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