Muslims are nearing the end of Ramadan, their month of fasting. Last night my wife and I shared the iftar (breaking the fast) meal with good friends. This afternoon I visited the mosque of my dear friend and afterward we sat and caught up with each other in our lives.

With both events I was caught with the tone of the conversation. Both last night and today there was a sense of “weariness” as we shared our hopes and sorrows. There is a sense of longing for peace, yet the realization that the world is more explosive than ever. It is in this month I pray for my Muslim friends that Jesus be revealed to them. And I pray so this year again.

May there be a longing for peace. May there be a longing rise up for the One who is the Prince of Peace.

O, come! O, come! Emmanuel!