So often we are bombarded by images of children racing downstairs, only to skid on their knees by the lit Christmas tree, waiting for the breathless moment when they can open their gifts. Christmas is here! CHRISTMAS IS HERE!
Today is the first Sunday of Advent — the true Season of Expectation. In a powerful and mysterious paradox knowing that Love is already amongst us and in us, we celebrate the Hope that once was being prepared, knit in His mother's womb, and being made ready to enter into our world. How strange! How only like Life can past and present be both so true at the same time.
It's Advent! IT'S ADVENT!!!! Emmanuel is coming!!!
Hear it ringing from tower to steeple, from cathedral to the underground! Bouncing off the crumbling pavement and pinging off the walls of dark alleys, the proclamation stomps on death and announces Hope to the hopeless, rich and poor. The King's coming! HE'S COMING!!!
And knowing this Truth — He is Risen! Yet… He is coming! — we await in hope the expectation of freedom and liberation for the whole of creation… those in chains, we work furiously in our expectation together that they will fall.
They will fall. The darkness has not overcome us.
First Sunday of Advent
“The house lights go off and the footlights come on. Even the chattiest stop chattering as they wait in darkness for the curtain to rise. In the orchestra pit, the violin bows are poised. The conductor has raised his baton. In the silence of a midwinter dusk, there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. You walk up the steps to the front door. The empty windows at either side of it tell you nothing, or almost nothing. For a second you catch a whiff of some fragrance that reminds you of a place you’ve never been and a time you have no words for. You are aware of the beating of your heart…The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens. Advent is the name of that moment.”
— Frederick Buechner, Whistling in the Dark