I can scarcely contain myself: it’s Advent again. The season of hope, of expectation, of patient waiting. It’s an exquisite time, sublime. Coming on the heels of a feast — Thanksgiving — it leads us to the borders of less.
Advent is a mystical time, where we live between experience and interiority. We can watch preparations for the Christmas season unfold around us while knowing that it’s not yet time to celebrate, not yet time to commemorate the birth of Emmanuel, God with us.
Advent is the dark blue that was its liturgical color for a while. It’s the color of the sky as it shifts from sunset to night, that rich, enveloping blue that marks the passing of another day, suggesting the warmth of a blanket to wrap against the night.
Advent offers an opportunity to pare down for a while, to invite metanoia to take hold of our hearts and transform them. As Richard Rohr notes, it’s a time to focus our expectations and anticipation on “the adult Christ, the Cosmic Christ.”
This weekend at liturgy we’ll hear the words from Isaiah 2:1-5 “’Come, let us climb the Lord’s mountain, to the house of the God of Jacob, that he may instruct us in his ways, and we may walk in his paths.’” This powerful reading invites us to a new way of living, to a place where all nations leave behind war and walk in the ways of the Lord. No easy peace, this journey is the crux of our faith and our hope in the good news of Jesus Christ.
I’ll make my Advent wreath today. We’ll light the candles most nights, and recall with prayer this joyful season. Christmas will come in time — but not too soon. Let me enjoy Advent patiently, one day at a time. May you have the opportunity to do the same.
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