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Advent (2): The Waiting

Are you waiting for something or for nothing?  If for nothing, than it seems you should be pitied.  But, we don’t know whether it is for nothing or for something until the waiting is over.  Is this faith?  Simeon, waited for the consolation of Israel, knowing that he would see it before death– but not knowing what it would be exactly.  Abraham waited, the author of Hebrews tells us, and never received the promise, here.  I consider Mary–her pregnancy, the incarnation of the hundreds of years of Israel’s waiting.  Nine [more] months of waiting, for what?  What did Mary think she was waiting for?  The exaltation of the humble, she cries, the filling of the hungry and the scattering of the proud.  The mother of God waits to feel the pangs of birth, the contractions which bring forth the savior of mankind, but bring him forth to death.  Then to life triumphant over death.  Then, to more waiting.  She waited for something, and she also waited for more waiting.

I see her now (has she learned to be patient?), awaiting the second birth, the second advent, the one to be ushered in with fire and the sword.  After a life of waiting and watching, she still watches and awaits.

what is your part–
oh woman king–
to watch, to wait,
to hold, to bear
to cry.
No sword for your
hand–only one
for your heart.

This too, is the lot of the Church.  As in the parable of the virgins, we trim our lamps and await the [second]coming of the bridegroom.  We wait upon the second consolation, the final consolation.

Isaiah remarks that the Lord waits as well, “that he may be gracious unto you.”  Of course, our waiting is different.  We wait in order to receive.

The Lord waits, to act.

“Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you
and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you.
For the Lord is a God of justice;
blessed are all those who wait for him.”

And so the carol:
O come, o come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel.  That mourns in lonely exile here, until the son of God appear.

R. Card Hyatt


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Grr… Christmas.

Advent is supposedly a time of Anticipation.  For me, it’s a time of Dread.

I have four families that I’m immediately connected to: (1) my husband & stepson, (2) my parents & siblings, (3) my husband’s parents & siblings, and (4) my stepson’s mom, step dad and sibling(s). Each of these are connected to other Parents, Siblings, Significant Others, and Pets, which means that I am responsible for seeing and having Nathan seen by 46 people in a 48 hour window.

Everyone has Traditions, Dinners, Gift-Exchanges.  Great Expectations.  It’s inevitably a Lose-Lose situation.  No one gets what they really want, because they all want the same impossible thing: a Fairy-Tale Christmas. And I’m just about ready to throw the Baby out with the bathwater…

I don’t have a solution.

How about no divorce? Oh wait, then I don’t get to marry my husband.

What about no first marriage? Oh wait, then I don’t get Nathan.

What about no sin? Oh wait, then I don’t get the Incarnation.

God has this Redemptive Way about Him that makes it really difficult to regret even the most painful parts of your life. For example, here I am complaining because I have too many people who love me and want to spend time with me… I’m just so tired.

Any thoughts on how I can rekindle my love of Christmas?


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