It's not Christmas yet.
There is no babe. There is no manger, no lowing cattle, no peaceful Mary pondering the mysteries of God in her heart. Not yet.
There is only a promise. And the desolation of the present.
A voice cries out: Prepare the Way of the Lord. Make straight in the wasteland a highway for our God.*
Prepare. Get ready.
Aren't you doing it already? Buying gifts? Cleaning? Baking?
These are preparation of sorts--preparation of our home and for our family feast.
But they do not prepare our hearts.
A voice says, "Cry out!"*
This is our advent preparation.
Cry out to God.
Then the Glory of the Lord will be revealed and all people will see it together.*
We will not find Christmas under the tree or on our dinner table or even in the smiles of our children.
The Glory of God revealed to us.
That is our comfort.
That is Christmas.
*All scriptures taken from Isaiah 40.
Comfort Ye, My People--