Advent is a word that I know of in only one context and will tell it now.
I was 18, had moved out, running a full time job, had a place, at that point was two years into injecting high powered drugs, had purchased a high powered Hi-Fi system and speakers — Advent loud speakers! Christmas was always just a date on the calendar, only a holiday so the birth of Christ became merely a whisper.
“I heard a whisper”
In the solitude of my prison walls, I have built a kingdom. Despair and loneliness are my subjects, they move with ease within, relentless…
I am a captive by my own design. Satan sneers and laughs with glee and dances about casting shadows of doubt — the end draws near. I’m lost in my own kingdom, without a key.
Then I hear it, a most wonderful sound: a whisper…a whisper…
How did it reach me in my kingdom of one?
I heard your whisper soft and true. I listen for the beat of your soul.
I embrace the echo of your heart.
I am no longer just one!
“Eye of the storm”
In the depth of every storm, there is a silence to be heard. The storm can not penetrate, dark and destructive by its nature, the nature of sin. It seeks a weak point of entry to consume all in its path. Rest awaits in the eye…in the cross!
After the cool spring rains fall upon the parched desert floor, flowers bloom in a splendid radiance of color. The air is filled with a fragrance of sweetness that envelops the spirit of life, a feast for the senses — for the soul.
Joy…Joy…Joy… in abundance.
The birth came in a whisper, the cross was for the lost, and His return will come with loudspeakers never heard before!