As we wait in Advent confusion,
You come, again and again and again.
You surprise us, when you show up in a conversation with a stranger
about the meaning of a carburetor.
You confound us, when you show up in an encounter
with someone who is complaining about something we can’t fix.
You irritate the hell out of us when you show up in our worst secrets.
You stagger our minds when you show up in a tiny dazzling second of hope.
You mystify us when we think all is for naught, and yet something new is born.
Oh my God.
In these very long nights of this season,
the hearts of those You love
are being broken open,
exposed in their vulnerability, stories and pain.
Hold those hearts.
Hold my heart.
And even so, come Lord Jesus, come.