A Time of Waiting

I was thinking earlier today (this is new) and my mind was bouncing around a lot.
What's in those boxes by the door? And the presents under the tree? Will everybody like what I got them?
When will church be over? 
No. I wish I could say that sometimes we don't get bored with the idea of going to Church. Listening to a sermon doesn't always sound that appealing, I will be the last to admit. I love God so much, (don't get me wrong) but some days, we don't want to go.
What is it? Are we too tired? Too busy?
What are these, except excuses?
Advent (which I know ever-so-much about. Thank you, Catholic schools) is a time of waiting. A time of waiting for Jesus to be born.
He came in the humblest way I've ever heard: born of a girl my age in a stable. Yeah... No. It wasn't clean. As much as we wish it was, and make it out to be all beautiful and perfect, it wasn't. Mary was made to be the mother of God. Nobody besides her and select others understood that. It wasn't convenient for her, or Joseph.
But it was the way God intended. He wanted His son to have humble beginnings.
So every year, for the month of December, we wait. We wait for a little infant to be born in a stable of a virgin named Mary, who is about 13 years old.
Some people ask what the point is. He was already born, what's the point in waiting?
I don't think they understand, though. Which is the point of this whole post.
Advent is a time of waiting for the second coming. 
Ever heard of the rapture? No?!?
Jesus is coming back, some day. He's gonna take all His people into Heaven. We have to be ready. We have to make our hearts ready to leave at any time. This means living, and always saying what you need to say. Do what's important to you.
Laugh wholly.
Eat much.
Love fully.
At the same time, make sure you make the right choices. Don't let your want to live truly get in the way of your need to do what's right. What's right may or may not be following your heart, I've come to know. And I hate that. Really, I do. Following my heart is so me, and so romantic. I just want to do precisely what my heart's screaming at me to do half the time.
But we have to do what God needs us to do. Because we never know when He's coming.  If we're not ready, it's gonna be quite ugly for us.
Flint is a city that, I think, follows its heart. I love it here. Downtown is pretty romantic sometimes, and summer nights here make me smile with a sort of easy grace I absolutely adore. 
But sometimes we don't do things the holy way, or the way God intended. We do things the easy way. (I include myself in this because I too have found myself making that mistake). This isn't, I urge you to understand, always a bad thing. But once and a while God isn't speaking to your heart; man is.
That's okay. We have to be carnal sometimes.
Just be ready. Jesus is coming. This is not a drill. This is real.  As I said, He'll be coming at any time. For everybody. Flint too.
I'm ready. Are you?
Have a marvelous (hopefully I didn't already use that one) Monday.
Let it Glee.