35 inches of snow in Windsor in the last storm! Even after servicing, the camp plow truck broke down again soon after the clean-up process had begun. That plow truck! A quick fix has a make-shift blade attached to the front, a blade that cannot be raised or lowered at present, but one that will hopefully get us by for now. But for how long? How long will we have to endure it? How long will we wait?

I’m noticing that right here, in the middle of Advent, I am asking the quintessential Advent question again. How long will we have to wait? The Jews asked that question for centuries. How long until the Messiah comes? How long must we endure this oppression? How long until our suffering ends? How long? How long?!?

At least the Jews were asking the question about the Messiah. I’m only focused on a plow truck. I’m not sure there is any nobility in that . . . but I do hope I don’t have to wait as long as the Jews had to wait. Of one thing I am absolutely sure. When I see the plow truck, I will recognize it! Know anyone who can end our waiting?