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What about joy that stands firm in the shadows, refusing to be snuffed out? That’s the kind of joy Christ carried to the cross—the kind of joy that Advent calls us to remember and reflect.
The world is full of roads. Some are paved with good intentions, others with ambition, pride, or fear. They crisscross and spiral, promising everything and delivering nothing.
This is Advent – the moment when heaven and earth collided, when the glory of God broke into the mundane. The angels’ song wasn’t just for the shepherds. It was for the world.
When you lose the elections in a historical landslide where the overwhelming majority vote one way, the reasons should be obvious.
Kings don’t usually arrive like this. Kings demand attention. They stride in with banners flying, armies marching, and horns blaring. They wear gold and jewels, sit on thrones, and wield power over trembling subjects.
Welcome to Advent—a season of fierce grace and unyielding joy. Stop. Breathe it in. The King has come, triumphing over...
Advent is not a story of humanity inching its way toward God—it is a story about God racing headlong into the darkness to find us. You didn’t stumble into salvation by chance.
Hunger is relentless. It gnaws at the edges of life, a constant reminder of our frailty. You eat, and then you’re hungry again. You drink, and the thirst comes back. The world offers feasts that promise satisfaction—success, possessions, recognition—but they don’t last. They never do. You’re full one moment, empty the next.
heep aren’t known for their brilliance. They wander, panic, and get stuck. They don’t fend off wolves or find their way home.
It was late, dark, and quiet—the kind of quiet that made up every night before. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a regular night. I had prayed, locked the doors, and turned off the lights. The room was sealed like a tomb (as it always was), and I lay down, ready for the sweet mercy of sleep. But what came that night was something else entirely.