At this point in December, I am definitely waiting. Waiting for something better, something brighter…
The gift of Advent. Knowing that there is hope in a new day, a new light.
How can we be that gift for others? How can we be their hope?
When people pass me on the street, they don’t know the struggles I am facing. As I write this, it occurs to me that I don’t know the struggles they are facing, either. Does my presence reflect light? Does their interaction with me leave them with hope? Have I been a gift for them, today?
How, on earth, am I am able to reflect light and hope, when inside, I don’t feel the light? Honestly, I’m not sure. But, I do know, that I am able. I do know that I can. I can because I am. God created me in His image. And, His image is THE one of light and hope. Because of God, I can.
The beauty of Advent, for me, has always been the stillness, the solitude. By intentionally focusing on the darkness giving way to light, I have come to love Advent more than any other time of the year.
Several years ago on the First Sunday of Advent, our Rector, The Reverned Kim Seidman, extended an invitation. The invitation was simple; yet, so profound for our family. Mother Kim reminded us that Advent was a time to prepare. To prepare, she invited us to sit and wait-with patience and stillness, in order to listen. She encouraged us to spend a bit of time each day in Advent on this practice; and, so I did.
For me, this invitation became a gift. I enjoyed my Advent practice so much that season, that I continue daily quiet time today. You see, I had never really approached my day this way before that Advent season. My mornings would be filled with news, hustle and bustle, etc. Thankfully, my mornings are a bit different, now.
And, at this season of my life, that practice is truly a gift. When the depth of the darkness seems too thick to emerge from, I am reminded that there is nothing that the light does not touch. Let us prepare the way- in our hearts, in each others’ hearts, for joyful hope.