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.

Welcome to Advent—a season of fierce grace and unyielding joy. Stop. Breathe it in. The King has come, triumphing over the grave and reigning on

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.

“God with us.” Three words that turn the universe on its head. Not God above us, not God near us, or God watching us. But God with us.

The darkness has no choice but to flee. It trembles at His presence, scatters at His name. Christ is the light that no shadow can overcome.

Faithfulness is neither flimsy nor sentimental. It’s not something you embroider on a pillow or stick on a card. It’s forged. Relentless.

God stitches promises into the sky, etches them in the words of prophets, and wraps them in the cries of newborns. The story of Christ’s coming wasn’t a last-minute rescue plan—it was carved into the bones of time before the first star burned.