At Christmastime I went to the program at my special needs son Daniel’s residence. Daniel is 26 now but mentally about a year old. The staff there helped, but the residents who struggle against all manner of disability were the stars of the show which included a scene from Santa’s workshop and then the Christmas Nativity, acted out with angels in wheelchairs, shepherds with braces, and wise men with garbled speech. It was, to me, the most beautiful Christmas pageant I had ever seen. Toward the end of the show one resident came out and with a somewhat shaky but strong voice began to sing, “The King is Coming, He’s coming for me!” Never before had it been so clear to me what that really means. The picture of Christ coming for all of us in our brokenness… healing us once and for all, forever….and the joy that those folks had in their patient waiting for Him…
The King IS coming! Praise God, He’s coming for me!