Friday, December 04, 2015
Advent is by far my favorite liturgical season. I have an Advent playlist on my computer, the readings from Isaiah and the minor prophets reach places deep within me. I wish we could return to a longer Advent season. But this year I've had a tough time shifting from Ordinary Time into this time of expectant waiting. It may be that so many other pieces of my life are moving. On sabbatical, I have few regular anchors to my daily rounds. Write today. Visited a class for a colleague yesterday. Oops, pack up tonight to leave on an early flight in the morning. Does that mean doing laundry? Or would what I did Tuesday after the last trip suffice?
I long for stillness in these days that are anything but. Yet Advent is also a season of light, one that supposes that a single radiant dawn can illuminate the world, refracted again and again through prophets and preachers, through each of us. We, too, are lit from within.