Have you ever longed . . . and hoped . . . and waited to see something? Do you also remember that sweet, sweeping sensation when you finally did? I felt that way with the birth of both of my children. I longed to see them, those 40 longs weeks of waiting. I had no idea what they would look like . . . or exactly what to expect. That helps me relate, ever-so-slightly, with how dear old Simeon must have felt when, at long last, he set his eyes upon Israel’s promised consolation.