Where Will We Find Him

We wait for his coming and ask: When will he come? How will he come? Where will we find him? And how will we know him? Will we find him being celebrated with a marching brass band or a marquis with flashing lights; where paparazzi clamor for a photo op? Or waving from a decorated float, in a parade, while sanctimonious dignitaries honor him, with speeches of praise. Will we find him in the breaking of day, in the slowly rising sun, gently pausing in the cradle of the horizon, before ascending on its diurnal journey? Will we find him in the light, in the womb of undeniable innocence, where lays the seed of creation? Will we find him in the teeming market place, or in the haunting faces of the homeless? Will we find him on mossy rolling hillsides, giving way to sprawling fields of wheat and grain, surrendering to lakes and rivers, manifesting the force of the sea? Will we find him in the resplendent forests and majestic snow covered mountains, monuments to the power of the deity of life? Will we find him in a raging hail storm, pelting the fire below, ignited by the decadence of humanity? Will we find him when we open our doors of kindness, to those in need, extending a helping hand? Will we find him in the kaleidoscopic celestial stars, juxtaposed to the waxing and waning moon, under the crown of night? As Christians we believe he will come again. As we wait, we reflect, repent, and renew our faith, with the hope of salvation.