Lord, Jesus Christ, I wish I could say all is ready to receive You--stable swept and clean, ox and ass washed down and brushed, nice little wooden manger sanded to ensure no splinters, and filled with fresh straw. Then it dawns on me that You didn't (and don't) come simply to set Your seal of approval on redemption already achieved (by my own work, of course). You came (and come) to clean up the mess made over and over again by the sin with which we persist in wrecking the creation intended to offer life to the full. You came (and come) to heal the wounds we inflict on ourselves and one another. You came (and come) to light up from within the darkness in which we hope to hide all our self-made damage so we won't see it, and neither will You. We don't really want You to come till we're ready to show you a nice world, all clean and tidy. That Advent prayer, "Come, Lord Jesus"? We really meant, "Come, but not yet.) But You came and come anyway. Thank you!
Well, those herald angels are tuning up. Time for us to tune up too, and sing, and mean it, as best we can:
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