Advent Sunday: on being waited for

There’s always a surprise, isn’t there?

Today is Advent Sunday but I’m not in church this morning. Our son Andrew returned early today from two weeks on mission to Uganda with his church, New Life, Romsey, and we had agreed to pick him up from Heathrow Airport.

We left while it was still getting light and drove up the M3, through the slowly clearing fog, arriving at Terminal 5 to discover that the one we were coming to wait for was already waiting for us.

That feels familiar somehow.

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