The fog was very dense this morning and there was a light drizzle of rain. I drove through the middle of the city and noticed that only one of the many Christmas decorations on the lamp posts was lit. Yes, only one trying its best to be seen through the fog. A mile beyond the lone lamp post Christmas decoration was an elderly man standing on the side of the road … tousled white hair and wearing shorts on this December day. He held a small tree branch high above his head and was shouting something to those of us who passed by.
It occurs to me that these moments in my morning are much like the beginning days of our Advent. A (Christmas) Light shine in the darkness and a voice cries out (in the fog), “In the wilderness prepare the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
This was my Advent morning.
