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We need God who is our hope -- in person, concrete and tangible. Not a message, not a text, not even just a star in the sky.
Advent is filled with candles, stars and lights. We don't simply want the trappings of Advent; we want a hopeful sense that we're okay, that there's a future, that God is with us, that's there's more to life than tinsel.
"Come to save us!" we cry out to God. And God does.
Defenseless as a baby, God reflects love and invites compassion.
And that is a message of hope.