Come Down, O Lord (Isaiah 64:1-9)
You’ve always been the light in our world, shine for us now . . . now that everything seems so bleak and futile, now that everything seems to have lost meaning, and we only realistically are able to expect more of the same. Tear open the heavens, and come down, O Lord—down here where we are, where disease and violence take babies from the loving arms of their parents, where fire and gunshots destroy, and where we sit—our eyes searching for you in the Advent darkness, waiting for you to come down and take us by the hand once more, and shine a little light into our starless world.
Just a little light. Remind us that you’re still here. Come down, O Lord.