Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God.
One of my rituals for Advent for nearly 50 years has been to listen and reflect on Handel’s Messiah. It begins with a tumultuous overture that seems to mirror all the wrangling in my soul and reflects all the turmoil of history and our distress in living apart from God’s Presence.
Then comes the clear, gentle voice of promise saying:
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people . . . saith your God;
Speak ye comfort to Jerusalem and cry to her that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned.
Then my fears melt away, distress is soothed, the storms of life are stilled . . . my heart is at rest in the arms of a loving God. Continue reading