A Few Advent Thoughts

I've been thinking about the Advent season lately. Christmas is my absolutely favorite time of year because it gives me plenty of new perspective on the incarnation. Perhaps this may assist you as well.

noun

1. a coming into place, view, or being; arrival: the advent of the holiday season.

2. (usually initial capital letter) the coming of Christ into the world.

3. (initial capital letter) the period beginning four Sundays before Christmas, observed in commemoration of the coming of Christ into the world.

4. (usually initial capital letter) Second Coming.

So we continue to wait, even after His first appearing. The Bible even tells us the world groans with eager expectation. Even the world cries out in earthquakes, floods, and storms to be reconciled under Christ.

"The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God."--Romans 8:19-21

I rather like John Piper's sermon on this section of the Bible (which of course is what inspired this blog in the first place).

Listen Here!

Also, here are a few pictures from my trips to the Christmas markets in Alsace last weekend.

Christmas markets in Strasbourg, Alsace

Roommates, Krisi (Redhead) and Jacie (Blue coat)

On a mountain near a castle in Kayesbourg Alsace. The Chinese students talked us into this pose. Apparently it's a thing in China.

Colmar, Alsace

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