Such a great word prompt for December 3rd, 2021.
I try hard not to live with expectations – it is my shield against disappointment. Writing that sounds so cynical, doesn’t it?
Can you imagine?
Living during those 400+ years between the Testaments? 400 years of silence from heaven. God said nothing. God did nothing anyone could see or testify of.
And, yet there were a handful of faithful Jews who lived with great expectancy. I bet the temples were empty except for a fervent few who remembered what the prophets said.
The Coming Messiah
2 “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
Though you are little among the thousands of Judah,
Yet out of you shall come forth to Me
The One to be Ruler in Israel,
Whose goings forth are from of old,
From everlasting.” Micah 5.2
They waited and waited. Generations came and generations went.
It reminds me
It reminds me of the present time – I am a firm believer that Jesus Christ will return to earth and gather His living followers to join Him in the realms of Heaven. I’m expecting it. I believe it. I know deep within my spirit IT IS TRUE.
And yet that promise of, “I will be back,” is now over two thousand years old.
It is my great expectation. I long to experience it. I await with great anticipation.