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Advent – Day 4

“There shall come forth a shoot from the stump of Jesse, and a branch from his roots shall bear fruit. And the Spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him, the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and might, the Spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord. … In that day the root of Jesse, who shall stand as a signal for the peoples—of him shall the nations inquire, and his resting place shall be glorious.” Isaiah 11: 1-2, 10

I still remember the day I found out Laura Ingalls Wilder was a distant cousin. A family member had done extensive research on my dad’s side of the family, and I was reading through the lengthy document when that revelation popped off the page. Laura’s mom was a distant aunt, which made Laura a distant cousin. It was such a surprising discovery, and I joke that it sheds a bit of revelatory light on why I love writing and a natural, organic lifestyle.

Lineage is important. It gives us a sense of belonging and helps us understand where we’ve come from. It roots us to a bigger story, and it can can even reveal a deeper sense of purpose and place. But no matter how storied our lineage might be, it pales in comparison to the importance of lineage in ancient Israel. Lineage to the ancient Jews was of utmost importance because it determined their identity as part of God’s chosen people and all the blessings that identity promised.

But no lineage was more important than that of the coming Messiah. Tracing the genealogy of Jesus and matching it up to Old Testament prophecy was a crucial aspect of being able to identify the savior when he finally came. And approximately three hundred years before the birth of Jesus, the prophet Isaiah gives us prophetic foreknowledge of Jesus’ lineage. He writes in Isaiah 11:1, “There shall come forth a shoot from the stump of Jesse, and a branch from his roots shall bear fruit.”

Jesse, the son of Obed, was the father of King David. And approximately one thousand years after the life of David, the promised messiah would arrive through this Davidic lineage. But it’s curious that Isaiah mentioned the shoot coming from the stump of Jesse, rather than from the stump of David. Why not mention King David? 

Some theologians believe Isaiah did this to stress the humble position of Jesus’ lineage. It was a caution that the coming messiah might not arrive the way the people anticipated. The Israelites expected a conquering king who would reign in justice and power. They expected a liberator who would free them from the oppression of Rome. They didn’t anticipate a savior who would willingly die upon a cross to save the souls of man.

But Jesus didn’t come to establish his own position of kingship. He came to save us from our position of depravity. And he didn’t come to save the Jews from the oppression of Rome; he came to save us all from the devastation of hell. 

By mentioning the stump of Jesse, Isaiah presents a savior who is close and personal. In his lowly position, Jesus came unto us … unto our sin and our suffering and our heartache and our hopelessness. And then he turned and promised our deliverance from it all when he rose from the grave three days later. And the stump? There’s a promise there too. A promise of restoration for Israel, and a promise of life after death for us all.

Today, take some time to reflect on the compassion of God and His redemptive plan of salvation through Jesus that has been revealed over time. Dear Lord, we come to you with a grateful heart, and we thank you for the Old Testament prophecies that pointed to Jesus and the way he perfectly fulfilled them. As we celebrate this Advent season, keep our hearts fixed on the One True King who came not to establish an earthly kingdom but to live as a humble servant and to die as our sin sacrifice. 

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Thirteen years to 3 weeks has give by in the blink of an eye. 

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It all ended last night. A decade and a half of sp It all ended last night. A decade and a half of spring seasons spent beneath the Texas sun atop a red dirt diamond ended in one final out. When they’re younger and the years stretch before you, time feels luxurious. You think you have so many games left. And then you blink, and they’re a senior. And suddenly they’re playing in their last play off game. 

It ends in the blink of an eye. And no one can prepare you for the heartbreak of it. I’m so proud of him and the way he finished well, but I will miss these years immensely.

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Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the last time. Play offs. Single elimination. Down by 1. Last inning. Two outs. And the batting line up just happened to fall to him.

Nothing prepares you for that.

He took a breath. The weight of an entire lifetime spent in red dirt hinging on this moment. He set his face like flint to that pitcher. The ball left the glove, and he swung. 

Strike one. 

He stepped away. Reset. Tapped the base. Then set himself once more. He swung, hit a line drive and sprinted headlong towards the base, setting his foot atop it just a fraction of a second after the first baseman caught the ball.

The final out. 

Nearly 15 years of our lives ended beneath stormy skies on that Dallas baseball field tonight. We’ve spent every spring since he was old enough to hit a ball sitting along a baseline. And it all came to a final conclusion in one out.

I asked him later what it was like with that pressure. The weight of it all on his shoulders. He told me he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. “I wouldn’t have wanted one of the younger players to have had to step into that,” he said. 

Several years ago, a finale like that would have crushed him. Tonight, he saw the challenge, rose to it, and left with his head held high despite defeat. 

I wish we had another game, another season, another victory. All these last senior milestones have a way of ripping your heart right out. But in the end, who I’ve watched my son become through a decade and a half on the baseball diamond is even better than winning.

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No one can prepare you for this, this ebbing and f No one can prepare you for this, this ebbing and flowing of emotions, this elation mixed with sorrow. Senior year. District playoffs. Single elimination. There is no next season. And the ache of that realization is desperately hard. 

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Twelve years and what feels like the length of an Twelve years and what feels like the length of an entire lifetime ends in just three and a half weeks. 

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