O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.

Everywhere I look, I can feel the great peril.

Everywhere around us, it is dark. The world groans under the weight of its own sorrow, its own wrath. You can almost hear the creaking of joints in the pitch black silence.

It’s on the news. It’s in my heart.

We wake and instantly we feel the tension — so deep we curl our shoulders to our ears and pray to we know not what that it goes away. And then we don’t believe that it will go away.

We step out our front doors and smell the danger in the air.

All around us there is pain and anxiety and peril and fear and we do not know how to make it stop.

The deep, dark night is all around us, shutting us in
From above and below,
Within and without.

It spirals in my soul like a whirlpool, sucking me in, and I don’t know how to make it stop.

The stakes are high.

Everywhere we look, we can feel the great peril.

The stakes are high.

Never has our need been so great.

Never have we been in such dire peril.

We are in too deep.

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny.
From depths of Hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.

I can smell it in the air.
I can feel it in the earth.
Something is stirring,
Spinning like a small knot in the space-time continuum.
We hardly even know it’s there.

But then.

Then you sense it.

The air is fresh. Clean. Whole.

Something is happening.

O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here.
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

In the deep places of the world,
In the hidden enclaves that the mapmakers ignore,
The Great Quest has been undergone.
One Who is willing has shouldered the burden.
He has put His foot to the road.
And He is coming.

We have been waiting for years:
Going about our daily tasks,
Walking about in the deep peril,
And all the while our souls are crying out.
We are asking, always asking,
How long?
We are waiting in the pitch black silence.

The Great Quest has been undergone.

He has come.

Suddenly, in an instant, in a flash, the entire world has changed.
Suddenly, in a heartbeat, in the blink of an eye, a wrench has been thrown into the system.

He has traveled darkness and fire and water.
He has walked through dangers greater than we could ever dream.
He has traversed wide distances, and His feet bear the scars of them.
He has passed through time and flame.

He has come on an Adventure we could never hope to have traversed.

O come, Thou Key of David, come
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.

The rescue has been realized.

Our deliverance is here.

Look up and see it.

What has been done for us — 
We can never begin to understand it.
We don’t have to.

The waiting is over.
The answer to our everlasting heart cry is here.
He has come at last.

What shall we then do?

The stakes are high.

Everywhere I look, I can feel the great peril.

The Great Quest has been undergone —

For me.
For us.

What shall we then do?

The stakes are high.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.