The room stands ready to erupt. They’ve been waiting with anticipation of this moment for what seems like an eternity. All of the promises, the hopes and dreams, the air of destiny have all led here. This would be it.
Mothers and daughters. Fathers and sons. Family. Friends. The hopeful. The weary. The celebrated. The oppressed. All joined as one with bated breath to celebrate the victory.
They’ve been here before. Promised hope. The story has yet to be played out.
The music hits.
The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
– Luke 2:20 NIV