Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus

I survived—no I thrived during Thanksgiving and Black Friday weekend because I chose to. Contrary to what men believe, there are some women who don’t like to shop. In fact, the twelve of us ladies at Lake Michigan Writers Workshop were together all week and had the chance to shop in new stores, but did not go shopping, (well, except when in Kohler we saw a chocolate shop).


As my new friend Donna put it, “I’d rather stick a fork in my eye!” How true and appropriate for me, when carloads of people are rushing in this season of thanks, to get more, yet I am happy to enjoy much smaller crowds—preferably ones I know.

Commercials increase on TV, and my email box explodes with the great savings (I’m missing) and I ignore these and find I am content.

What do I need that Christmas shopping will provide?

I can shower in my ancient bathroom, which needs a total gutting, and complain that this has not happened, or I can appreciate that I have hot running water. I could also complain that I need a kitchen redo, and the cracked ceramic floor in my kitchen keeps cracking, but it is not a dirt floor.

To be honest, I do not always think this way. I do complain in my mind that these things have not changed and I realize I have lost focus. We have so much in America, that we have come to expect more…much more. And when have we had enough?

I try to content myself in nature; our purest form of God in our world…but it is not enough. I see waste, and I see what could have been pristine and imagine perfect Eden. I see lives in ruin; I see hate and political correctness, which is not correct at all.

Sometimes I just want to go. I want that eternal kingdom to come now, but the time is not come.

The kingdom is forever—the real thing. The real life we long for, the unseen, but we seek this world and more getting. The real life some people never seek, thinking that this short life on earth is all there is. How disappointing! How blinded…

I want to be a light in the dark world, but I complain my space here is so small! But do I think that God cannot reach the souls of this earth? Do I think that God’s hand is so short He cannot save? Being that I am small and only one bitty part of His creation, do I think He will miss anything? He is all encompassing.

In just a few weeks we will have a live nativity at our church. Our barn scene is complete with live sheep, chickens, and camels. There have been years when this event was “long-underwear cold.” Happily, at the end of the story there’s cookies and hot cocoa indoors. Folks come to witness the true events of the Bible, not just the birth of the Savior, but back to the reason He came, to the prophecies, and the need.


Even though some reject the need, it is still real. He came to save a world of people falling away.


Amidst the Jingle Bells, and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer you will hear everywhere, there is a sweet song. I want to share some words of just one song and hope you search your hearts during this Christmas remembrance.

Sheep eating


Live Nativity (44)



Come, Thou long-expected Jesus,

Born to set Thy people free

From our fears and sins release us

Let us find our rest in thee.

Israel’s strength and consolation

Hope of all the earth Thou art

Dear Desire of every nation,

Joy of every longing heart.


Born Thy people to deliver,

Born a child and yet a King,

Born to reign in us forever

Now Thy gracious Kingdom bring

By Thine own eternal Spirit

Rule in all our hearts alone

By Thine all sufficient merit

Raise us to they glorious throne.

—Charles Wesley


8 thoughts on “Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus

  1. Teaching that carol to the kids in my Sunday School this month. It’s so freighted with theology we could spend the four weeks on one verse!
    Thanks for this lovely slice of Christmas cheer — with no glitz and bustle.
    I’m with you . Give me the fork.

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