This is the second Sunday of Advent.  The season of anticipation.  Waiting, waiting and hoping.  The question is, who is this God for whom we wait?  Who is this Emmanuel, this God with us, for whom we long?  Return to the words of the prophet Isaiah, sang so beautifully by the choir.  “Comfort, comfort my people says your God.  Speak tenderly to Jerusalem and cry to her that her warfare has ended, that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received from the Lord’s hand double for her sin.  A voice cries, in the wilderness, prepare the way of the Lord.  Make straight in the desert a highway for our God.  Every valley shall be lifted up and every mountain and hill made low, the uneven ground shall be made level and the rough places plain.  And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all…