"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").'"
(Matthew 1:21-23)
As I patiently wait for Christmas to arrive, I can hardly imagine the daunting emotions surrounding Mary and Joseph as they wait to see what unfolds for them as a result of God's master plan. It is hard to even think of being in even similar circumstances.
When I was a child, the anticipation of Christmas filled me with excitement, I became a fidgety kid, and it seemed the days would never pass. Christmas Eve was the hardest because I couldn't go to sleep for wondering about what Santa would bring, what the presents held under the tree, and what the next day would be like. All unknowns to a child waiting patiently, or impatiently, for everything to be revealed to her.
Now that child has grown up and she is a great-grandmother. Other children wait and become overly excited. My waiting now has a different flavor, if you will -- it is filled with sweetness, joy and the knowledge of that very special gift God sent to us, Immanuel (God with us), Jesus (God saves). Patient expectation allows me to savor every word, thought and musical sound that leads up to the night that the star shone down on a tiny stable in Bethlemen. I can almost taste it . . . it is getting closer . . . patiently I'm waiting.
Ever notice how something you're doing today can trigger memories of some years ago. This happened to me as I made our Sunday dinner few weeks ago. My husband has a fondness for pies, and I was preparing one of his favorites -- gooseberry! Suddenly, it was as if it was yesterday but some 20 plus years ago.
