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Advent – Day 12

“Zechariah asked the angel, ‘How can I be sure of this? I am an old man and my wife is well along in years.’ The angel said to him, ‘I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God, and I have been sent to speak to you and to tell you this good news. And now you will be silent and not able to speak until the day this happens, because you did not believe my words, which will come true at their appointed time.’” – Luke 1:18-20

Have you ever been the recipient of a gift or a promise so astounding you could scarcely believe it? Perhaps it was perfect provision when you were in desperate need, a miraculous healing, or a gift for which you had been longing. What was your response in that moment? Was it shock, doubt, wonder? When we receive an extravagant gift or the long-awaited answer to a desperate prayer, our reaction is often incredulous. We find ourselves wondering if it’s true. 

Such was Zechariah’s response when Gabriel appeared to him with the news that Elizabeth would have son. He asks—no doubt with some amount of fear and trembling—“How can I be sure of this?” Zechariah’s response should resonate with us in an honest, authentic way. It shows his humanity; his fallibility. He trusts God’s faithfulness, but in that moment, he wonders if the news can really be true for him. So he asks for a sign. And Zechariah’s question is less indicative of a lack of his faith and more indicative of the fullness of his humanity.

Could it be? Could his long-awaited answer to a desperate, decades-long prayer finally be coming true? The priest is overwhelmed by the news. It is so much more than he could have fathomed. Not only will he and Elizabeth have a son in their old age—a natural impossibility but a complete possibility with God—but the child will be filled with the Holy Spirit and will “make ready a people prepared for the Lord.” The promised child will be part of God’s sovereign plan to bing about the birth of his son and the redemption of the world.

It’s no wonder Zechariah was astounded. It’s no wonder he asked in shock and amazement “How can I be sure?” After years of wondering and waiting, after decades of praying and petitioning for a child for himself and a messiah for his people, God was answering both prayers with one promise. The messiah was coming, and the one predestined to prepare his way was coming forth through Zechariah and his wife. The plan for rescue and redemption was unfolding, and Zechariah was playing a role. 

Zechariah waited for a gift, and when the gift was finally given, it was so much more abundantly extravagant than he could have ever fathomed. And such is the season of Advent. We wait in hope and expectation for the arrival of the babe. Then we creep to the manger and behold the son and discover that the gift given is so much more abundantly extravagant than we could have ever fathomed.

Dear Lord, thank you for the extravagant love of your son that never ceases to overwhelm us. This season, may we find ourselves beside his manger with renewed gratitude and wonder. Open our eyes to the fullness of the gift given and the abundant extravagance of your love poured out on us inside a Bethlehem stable.

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In just three week, these kids who i love with my In just three week, these kids who i love with my whole heart will walk across a stage. They will accept a diploma, shake a hand and move a tassel from one side of a graduation cap to a next. Every single one of them is bound for a beautiful, bright future, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord will bless them and go before them. Their friendships have been the richest blessing in my son’s life. So how am I supposed to say goodbye? 

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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