Expect MUCH?

Expect Much?

With the season of Advent just around the corner, the question that keeps popping up for me is this: What am I expecting?

I’m afraid that many of us, if we’re honest, might answer that question like this:

  • I’m expecting cancellations and disappointments. Again.
  • I’m expecting family gatherings on screens instead of around our table and tree.
  • I’m expecting a season tainted by a frightened, angry, polarized world.

In other words, many of us aren’t expecting much from Christmas this year. It’s easy to fall into expectations built on Christmases pre-pandemic and past. Yet even in relatively ‘normal’ times this season of comfort and joy is so often hijacked by stress and consumerism, to the detriment of those who really are seeking the Christ child, that we just get distracted along the way. Caught up in these tangents, in today’s groundless world, it’s easy to lower our expectations of Christmas 2020.

Psalm 31:24 might be just the cheer we need this season, in order to raise our expectations to the level of God’s great provision:

“Be brave. Be strong. Don’t give up. Expect God to get here soon.” (The Message)

Expect God to get here soon? Really?! Is that what we are supposed to expect the next month to deliver? Not presents? Not parties? Not a few days off from work? This isn’t at all what the world around us is expecting.

What would we DO if God were actually to arrive – and soon?!

In Ancient Rome it was customary for a young woman after marriage to wear a snug-fitting band of some rigid material – gold or brass – around her neck. Often nicely adorned, as jewelry, this necklace was both ornamental and diagnostic. Borne of an old wives’ tale, the understanding was that once pregnant, the necklace would become tight to the point of discomfort. Removing the necklace, then, was a tell-tale sign that she was expecting. It was her public birth announcement, you might say. A sign of her coming joy. An evidence of her new family’s ongoing journey of creation. An invitation for others to join her in anticipation of new life, which she expected to be here – soon.

Believers, it’s high time we remove our chokers and consider the ways that our lives are ‘showing’ the anticipated glory of God! Like an expectant mother, you and I are called into this season of Advent by God’s promise of new life, great light, and a future full of hope!

Yes, things are bleak in the dark world around us. Yes, people are missing the point once again. Yes, expectations are low as we enter into this particular Christmas season. But…





What eager, young mommy-to-be tries to cover up her coming joy? Let it show – let HIM show!

Expect MUCH!

5 thoughts on “Expect MUCH?

  1. Great post, and happy Advent to you! We are actually expecting baby number 5 in January, so our anticipation is twofold. Never heard about that Roman custom, interesting. Thank you for posting the link back to the Advent Box and introducing me to your blog!

      • Thanks! It’s funny how when you’re preparing for your first child, your whole life revolves around the planning, and by the time you get to number five, you just kinda look at the calendar to make sure you’re not doing anything that weekend. Then at the same time, each new child gives you new eyes through which to view the world. To get back to the point of your post, maybe we should call those “Christmas eyes”. Peace be with you and yours this Christmas!

  2. I heard it on a radio show this morning – Christmas as a spark in the dark. My own soul needs to be tended to keep its soil open to the Light and the warmth of this Spark. But as the radio also reminded me, there are so many who expect nothing ‘under the tree’, except maybe unfilfilled dreams…Blaze away, O Spark!!! Light me to see the corners of darkness, within and around me, to burn with your grace, to bust open with the kilowatts of your glory!

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