Waiting, hoping, and wondering. They clung to a hope they could not see. They believed a promise that seemed impossible. They kept their faith even when things were dreadfully bleak. They waited.
These saints of old waited for the promise. The King would come and set things right. This is the essence of Advent – an expectant, unwavering, hope-filled waiting.
I can’t imagine what it must have been like to have such deep expectation for a promise and not live long enough to see it come to fruition. However, men and women of God didn’t give up. They chose to believe their Advent King would come.