Third Wednesday of Advent: A Particular Welcome
When I began walking with Jesus as a teenager, I was captured by Scripture. I couldn’t get enough of the gracious mysteries made known to us—I wrote them on the doorpost of my bedroom! And I wrote Psalm 8 on the ceiling above my bed.
As I drifted into sleep, words of wonder met me:
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars that you have established;
what are human beings that you are mindful of them,
and the son of man that you care for him
This year I’ve been in my car quite a bit, traveling to different campuses, pondering and chatting with the Lord along the way. I’ve also been meditating on the sovereignty of God to knit stories together.
During a season of transition and change, these moments of remembrance along I-70 offer joy as I consider the steadfast faithfulness of God.
On my last trip, I had the distinct privilege of visiting a former student and dear friend, now serving college students alongside his wife. We wrapped up with a prayer walk of their campus.
And then, as we walked, suddenly the tone shifted.
My friend received a phone call with news of unexpected death. I immediately wanted the words to be taken away, and yet felt the sacred ground of this moment.
A mystery of relationship with God and people is this—the news we least desire is the news that is the greatest honor to bear with each other. Even the stories we don’t want to experience knit us together.
I drove home, away from grieving friends, in awe of the mystery of the Gospel—that in our particular pain, He is near.
In our specific moments of loneliness, He gives family.
Two millennia ago, our Savior put on flesh, entering a particular place, in a particular family, leading to particular friends. Angelic hosts appeared to particular shepherds in their very particular workplace.
And so too today.
The One who spoke order into being becomes familiar with the nuances of every part of our particular stories.
I look at the stars, and I wonder:
Who am I that God would allow me to walk with my friends through their pain? Who am I that Jesus would allow me into their story, and welcome me into His?
O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
—Jamie Donne, CCO Associate Director of the Fellowship Program