Friday: Dec. 5               Read Isaiah 40:1-11

Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God.

Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,

and cry to her that she has served her term,

that her penalty is paid,

that she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins.

A voice cries out:

“In the wilderness prepare the way of the LORD,

make straight in the desert a highway for our God.

Every valley shall be lifted up,

and every mountain and hill be made low;

the uneven ground shall become level,

and the rough places a plain.

Then the glory of the LORD shall be revealed,

and all people shall see it together,

for the mouth of the LORD has spoken.”

A voice says, “Cry out!”

And I said, “What shall I cry?”

All people are grass,

their constancy is like the flower of the field.

The grass withers,

the flower fades, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it;

surely the people are grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades;

but the word of our God will stand forever.

Get you up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good tidings;

lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good tidings,

lift it up, do not fear;

say to the cities of Judah, “Here is your God!”

See, the Lord GOD comes with might,

and his arm rules for him;

his reward is with him,

and his recompense before him.

He will feed his flock like a shepherd;

he will gather the lambs in his arms,

and carry them in his bosom,

and gently lead the mother sheep.


from Rev. Dr. Victor Hunter

First Christian Church, New Martinsville

Advent is a time to get off the treadmill of our captive lives and onto the highway of hope. It is an opportunity to move from the discourse of complaint to the conversation of comfort; from the lament of anxiety to the songs of freedom; from the captivity of alienation and fear to the journey of hope; from the bad news of The Times to the good news of The Gospel.

The Way of God is appearing in the wilderness and the Highway of God in the desert. It is a road to Zion; it is a road to Bethlehem; it is a road to the center of your heart. While all flesh is grass and the grass withers, the Word of our God will stand forever: “Comfort, comfort my people.” It’s Advent. God is coming. Let’s sing together one of the songs of Zion and keep on walking toward the God who comes to us! Let us rise up from the temporal to meet the eternal.

Tune our hearts, O God, to sing your praise!

Help us to rejoice in your great Good News! Amen.