advent

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.

The lines of Charles Wesley's hymn have been running through my head for the past couple of weeks. I am more thoughtful about this season of expectant waiting than I have been in the past. Clear identification of the unmet longings lying buried in your heart will do that to you.

And so I find myself desperately hoping for the arrival of this long-expected Jesus all over again.