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Advent – Day 8

“‘I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me. Then suddenly the Lord you are seeking will come to his temple; the messenger of the covenant, whom you desire, will come,’ says the Lord Almighty.'”
– Malachi 3:1

Have you ever waited expectantly for something you felt the Lord had promised? Perhaps you’ve waited for an opportunity or a position, for rest or rescue. I have friends who have waited for children they knew in their hearts were promised, but the children didn’t come. Years went by. Years of infertility and negative pregnancy tests and broken hearts that seemed as if they would never mend unless they felt the weight of a baby swaddled in their arms. One dear friend waited ten years for a child. An entire decade of waiting and hoping and praying. Countless days of wondering if God had forgotten his promise. Weeks and months spent trusting him in the drought and the emptiness of the wilderness. And then one day there was the positive pregnancy test and the impossible flicker of abundant hope. Months later, a little girl took her first breath and the manifestation of God’s promise filled the room. When we received news of her arrival, tears flooded my eyes. This baby was the fulfillment of a long-awaited promise and the tangible expression of God’s goodness and his faithfulness. 

A decade is a long time to wait. Hope begins to wane during that time. Doubts and despair creep in. Sorrow becomes a constant companion. And yet ten years was nothing compared to the waiting the ancient Israelites endured. For thousands of years, the Lord had revealed prophecies concerning his son throughout time. These prophecies spurred the Israelites on and kept hope alive. Then around 432 BC, the prophet Malachi pens his book. In Malachi 3:1, he writes, “‘I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me. Then suddenly the Lord you are seeking will come to his temple; the messenger of the covenant, whom you desire, will come,’ says the Lord Almighty.'”

This passage is the last recorded Old Testament prophecy concerning the events surrounding the coming of the Messiah. Malachi wrote these words more than 400 years before the birth of Jesus, and then the prophecies went quiet. Four centuries of a silent void. Four centuries of waiting and hoping. Four centuries of praying and expecting. Can you imagine the doubt? Can you imagine the long-suffering ache. Surely they wondered if perhaps the Lord had forgotten his promise?

And yet, God is faithful. He is ALWAYS faithful, and four hundred years after Malachi delivers this promise, the fulfillment arrives when angel appears to Zechariah and tells him Elizabeth will have a son. This son is John the Baptist, and it is he who is the messenger foretold in Malachi 3. And his appearance points to the most triumphant arrival of all … the revelation of the promised one. John points to Jesus even before his birth when he leaps in his mother’s womb at the news of Jesus’ conception (Luke 1), and he points to Jesus later in Matthew 3 when John baptizes Jesus and the Lord says from heaven “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:17)

At this revelation of the arrival of Jesus, the waiting melts away, and the years of doubt and wonder are extinguished in the present reality of the answered prayer. Messiah has arrived. The promised one is born. Immanuel has come. 

Today, if you’re questioning the goodness of God or doubting his timing or waiting with a broken heart for the completion of a promise, know that the Lord has proven his faithfulness through thousands and thousands of generations, and he will prove it to you as well. Take heart dear one, the Lord you are seeking will come. Dear Lord, we are so utterly grateful for your Word that has endured throughout time and has been passed down through generations to remind us of your unfailing faithfulness. Your ancient promises are an assurance to our own heart that you are a good, good father, and we submit ourselves to you. Thank you for the gift of Jesus, and his perfect fulfillment of Old Testament prophecies. Swing your robe low, Lord, and be near us today.

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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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