The First Sunday of Advent
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Being born isn’t what made Him a King.
Jesus was born into the family line of David, but this did not merit a crown. Even with His earthly royal lineage, the King of kings was born in a stable far from home. Paul tells the Church He existed “in the form of God, did not consider equality with God as something to be used for His own advantage.”
The Prince of Peace made Himself low. He made Himself poor—a servant.
In fact, “He emptied Himself by assuming the form of a slave, taking on the likeness of men” (Philippians 2:6-7). The already-King of kings gave Himself to be born to a woman, to be helpless and often homeless so He could redeem us once and for all.
We’ve always needed a Savior. From the time Adam and Eve chose their way over God’s way in the Garden of Eden, to this moment of Advent anticipation. The tale is as old as time itself, but this true rescue story also stretches to all eternity.
Join us this Advent season—this season of arrival—as we watch the people of the Old Testament ache for an already-coming King. Let us, the weary world, rejoice in the arrival that is worth more than all the bells and whistles, all the magnolia garlands and candlelight vigils, all the quiet pauses and whispered thank-yous.
Let’s enter into the anticipation and celebration, remembering our need, repenting of our sin, and rejoicing in the “already” of Jesus’ birth and the “not yet” of all it means for eternity.
“So that at the name of Jesus every knee will bow—
of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth—
and every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.”
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One way we make room for the coming King is by storing His Word in our hearts. Let’s take these four weeks of Advent to memorize Isaiah 9:6-7 in pieces so we can have it stored up in its entirety by Christmas. Save the lock screen below to your phone as a reminder throughout the week, and rejoice in the child who was indeed born to us— our God, Immanuel.
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.