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Joy erupts in places where nothing should grow, like Elizabeth's barren womb, John's prison cell, the blind man's lifetime of darkness, the lame man's years of hopelessness, and all of our desert times as well. Advent joy is not optimism. It's not denial, and it's not holiday nostalgia. It's the stubborn, unshakable confidence that Jesus is coming back and nothing dead stays dead in the kingdom.