Expecting Christ

When I was pregnant, I slowed down considerably. I still went to work, did chores around the house, and maintained relationships—but somehow I was detached. My body and mind were occupied with the business of growing, transforming, and preparing for the arrival of a child. I lost interest in things that were not connected with the baby. I carefully considered what I ate and what I exposed myself to—whether it was toxins, stimulants, or stress. I was very protective of my body and my environment. I prepared space for the baby. I cleared out stuff from my home--remnants of hobbies I would no longer have time for. I bought baby paraphernalia—crib, blankets, and clothes. I rearranged my schedule and my priorities.   

The season of Advent reminds me of pregnancy. It’s a time of waiting, of anticipation, of preparation, and of joy. I am eagerly expecting Christ.

“Mary’s pregnancy is Spirit-conceived. God’s Holy Spirit has made her pregnant. She will bring a son to birth, and when she does, you, Joseph, will name him Jesus—‘God saves’—because he will save his people from their sins.” This would bring the prophet’s embryonic sermon to full term: Watch for this—a virgin will get pregnant and bear a son; They will name him Immanuel (Hebrew for “God is with us”). (Matt. 1:20-23 MSG)

The Spirit is implanted within me—growing slowly, yet surely. Soon the emptiness will be filled. There shall be light in the darkness. I shall have a purpose beyond myself. I shall be transformed, made complete—for Christ shall be with me.