Celebrating Advent means being able to wait. Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespectful hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them. Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting – that is, of hopefully doing without – will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, from the book – “God Is In the Manger”

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born. Luke 2:6

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1