Are we missing the Messiah?

Hey Guys...well I've been reading the posts and emails of late and it sounds like everyone is feeling alot like me as of late. Down, depressed, useless, dry, hopeless....ring any bells? Anyways, in the midst of my ponderings of life and how I can't fix the world, I've also been thinking about Christmas...its coming you know. Faster than we think...it always comes and goes and by the time I remember its coming, its already gone. So anyways, I'm thinking about Christmas...or more specifically about the Jews. Actually, about the Jews that were and still are anticipating the coming Messiah; the Deliverer; the Hope of the World. You know, we talked about this in class, they thought he'd come down in a blaze of glory-wipe the Romans off the face of the earth and give the Jews everything they wanted. It didn't happen that way. So I was thinking, how many people missed out on the birth of the Messiah? Here he was, the hope of the world, wrapped in swaddling clothes and laying, tiny and helpless in a manger. No white horse, no blaze of glory, no flashing sword...just shepherds, a star, his parents, and a few barn animals. We know he came...for some reason God chose us to understand and to know that the Messiah has come...the hope of the world is here. But many Jew's don't know that. They missed out...they don't see him....they wait...and wait...and wait. They wait for a King that is already here, and they miss it because they refused to look in the most unlikely places.
I guess your all wondering the point of this...I don't really know. I just thought I would share my thoughts with you all. I've been so occupied with worrying about school, and about my brother, and about you guys, and about my friends...I'm caught up in my own world and I guess like the rest of you I've lost hope. Or maybe I've just lost sight of hope. I don't want to spell this all out...believe me its easier for my to type this out than it is to actually try and wrap my school-fried brain around it. But I guess I'm realizing more and more, that maybe the reason I am having a rough time right now is because that is where I'll meet Jesus. I already know him, don't get me wrong, but somewhere in the chaos of school, work and life I can't see to find him. He came to doctor the sick right? We always say that means those that need a savior, which is correct, but what about the sick at heart? Like Amber, like Julie, like me...and like the rest of you out there who just aren't telling us. I know this is kind of a ramble, and its really long, but I can't get this out of my head. I am missing the Messiah. I'm waiting for him to come (and RAPTURE!) and solve my problems in one big dramatic wave...and in the mean time while he solves everyone else's problems, I'll try and fix the small thing. I'm sure I can get my brother's life back on track, we always joke about me being Dr. Bev....i'm afraid this Doctor has taken a leave of absence. So as I wait for him to write his life plan for me in the sky, I miss that he's here right now. He's in the little things...I saw his glory the other day. An awesome sunset that he put out there just for me. I know he did. I finally looked up and saw it, instead of looking down as i trugged through the snow to my car. And even when we can't see him, we have to cling to the hope that he is here. It's the only thing that we really have to hold onto. Today is the first day of Advent...its the day of hope. What does that mean? What would my life look like if i lived it full of hope? I always say i have hope, but do i really? Are we waiting for a King to come, when he is already here?