I wonder if Jesus ever woke up late for something. Did He ever sleep through a dentist appointment? Did He ever slumber on in dream-filled bliss while an old friend tap-tapped their foot waiting for Jesus to show up at Pete’s Fried Fish and Bread for brunch? Honestly, I have no idea if He did or not, but I really wish that the authors of the not one, but four different Gospel accounts had been a little more forthcoming about details like that. What we do know is that his parents were certainly late for at least one thing. In fact, they were so late for the census in Joseph’s hometown, Bethlehem, that they had to sleep in a barn smelling goat farts instead of checking in to a nice hotel room with minimal bed bug presence and great room service. Because I am sure that any hotel would be happy to host a woman in labor so long as she kept the noise to a minimum—so as not to disturb the other guests, of course.
In other words, happy Advent to all of you Christmas fiends out there. Have fun waiting for Christmas to show up. Remember to hang up plenty of mistletoe. Hug and kiss those you love because life is so short, much too short not to love your loved ones. By the way, “Advent” means “Someone Super Important is Coming” so look busy and don’t be late.