As posted by Mother Laura at RevGalBlogPals:
you believe that in two days we’ll be halfway through Advent? Gaudete
Sunday: pink candle on the advent wreath, rose vestments for those who
have them, concerts and pageants in many congregations. Time to rejoice!
in the nearness of Christ’s coming, yes, but also in the many gifts of
the pregnant waiting time when the world (in the northern hemisphere,
at least) spins ever deeper into sweet, fertile darkness.
At the moment, I’m eagerly awaiting the return of my sons from school, and I’m learning that awaiting is as important a part of the process as their arrival. I am reminded of the difference between the anticipated baby and the newborn child, the containment of the former as compared to the relative freedom of the latter.
It grows very dark here early in the day at this time of year, and it has been a grey month to boot. Do I actually rejoice in the darkness? I’m not sure I do. I find joy in the light that breaks the darkness (unless it’s attached to an inflatable Santa, then not so much).
I do love winter, and we’ve had plenty of it, and early. We’re expecting another huge storm. Now that I have rearranged Snowman’s travel and know he will be coming the day after the Nor’easter, I know I will enjoy tucking in here at home and watching the snow out the window. I love the enforced "cave" time.
I rejoice in this season that I didn’t know much about growing up. I love the practices and music and texts of Advent. I’m a little sorry I won’t be preaching this week, since we’re having a Christmas pageant (unless it is snowed out).
5. Jesus’ coming?
I think my feelings here are more about wonder than joy, wonder that God would even want to mingle among us, as I touched on in yesterday’s post. But I suppose I do find hope and joy, yes, in that sense of the enormity of God’s love for creation and in the particularity of its expression.