Satisfied, but still yearning.

Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins. But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed. All of us, like sheep, have strayed away. We have left God’s path to follow our own. Yet the Lord laid on him the sins of us all. (Isaiah 53:4-6)


The people of the old days looked to the law.

They knew they couldn’t fully obey.

They saw their sins every day.

The people offered sacrifices.

Countless sheep, blood dripping on the altar.

Longing to have forgiveness. Longing to be saved.

But a seemingly endless cycle of sacrifices atoned.

Burdened, yoked, pained.

In the midst of religion,

                In the midst of sacrificing lambs,

                                In the midst of painstaking separation,

They read this.

They saw hope.

They saw a glimmer, a distant flicker. Of hope.

Of a coming Messiah. Of a coming final sacrifice. Of a coming relationship.

Of coming grace. Of coming revival. Of coming redemption.

Of a time when God would no longer dwell in the inmost room of a tent, of a temple, but a time when God would dwell in His people.

Of a time when a final atonement would be sacrificed and when they would be freed from the burden of the law.

Of a time when God would be personal, intimate, relationship with His beloved.

A time when the people could come through the veil and be in the presence of their God.

The time of Jesus Christ.


“The Savior- yes, the Messiah, the Lord- has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David!” Luke 2:11

The time had come. The day had dawned. The hope they longed for was fulfilled.

For their Messiah was born.  

Hope was fulfilled.


They flocked to Him. They gave up everything for their Messiah.

Standing before them, a man, rugged and dirty, hungry and parched… their hope.

He was in sandals… could it be that their Messiah would wear raggedy sandals?

He was riding a donkey… could it be that their Messiah would choose to ride a donkey?

He sat in their homes and ate dinner… could it be that their Messiah would take interest in them?

He was hanging on a cross… could it be that their Messiah would be killed?

But then, flashing through their minds, the words,

“The Son of Man is going to be betrayed into the hands of his enemies. He will be killed, but three days later he will rise from the dead.” Mark 9:31

There he was, bloodied and beaten, their Messiah hanging on the cross, but they waited. For in three days, He would rise again.

And he did. He appeared to them, he showed them his scars, and he rose again to Heaven.


“I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” John 14:2-3


And now, we look to this.

We look to what Jesus Christ, our Messiah said.

We look to when he will come back.

Because we know we are under the freedom of God’s grace.

We are submerged in a deep, intimate relationship with God.

We have God’s gift, the Holy Spirit, dwelling inside of our hearts.

We can boldly and unashamedly come into The God Most High’s presence.

We have a friend in Jesus.


Yet we still look on. We hope. We wait. Eagerly, expectantly.

Because it’s still not over.



And for this, we wait and we long and we hope as they did in the old days.

We long for the days when we are in God’s Kingdom.

The Kingdom with no evil. The Kingdom with all good things restored. The Kingdom with praise abundant, with every good thing deeper, richer, fuller. With laughter, and peace, and joy.

For that is our home.

We yearn to be with our sweet Jesus.

At his feet.

Where our good Father reigns forevermore.

Where life is just simply, restored to a deeper goodness.


SO we wait.


Because the Kingdom is here, but still yet to come.

Because it’s not over yet.

SO we wait. Just as they did in the days of old. We are in a season of waiting just as they were. They were waiting for their Messiah. Now we are waiting for our Messiah to come back.

Keep your hearts fixed on Heaven.

Keep your gaze on the Kingdom.

Keep longing, keep yearning, keep hoping.. for our Messiah is coming back.

It’s not over yet.


Their hope was fulfilled in the birth of our Messiah.

But our hope is still expectant in the coming back of our Messiah.

Hope fulfilled; hope expectant.


With much, much love. -Melissa

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