In a world of scarcity and striving, it feels like we’re always chasing after enough—enough money, enough time, enough security. But Advent reminds us that God is the ultimate Provider, and His supply is endless.

The world is a place of deep wounds. Disease, broken relationships, and the scars of sin touch every life. But Advent declares hope.

Israel stood trapped between the Red Sea and Pharaoh’s army, their freedom seemingly short-lived. Fear gripped their hearts, but Moses delivered a stunning promise: “The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”

God’s timing doesn’t often make sense to us. We see delays as obstacles, unanswered prayers as silence, and waiting as wasted time. But Advent flips our perspective.

The struggles you think no one notices – He sees. The tears you cry in the silence of the night? He knows.

The hands that held the cosmos curled into tiny fists. The voice that thundered at Sinai cried out in hunger. He who had no limits emptied Himself, not because He had to, but because He wanted to. He wanted you.

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.

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.